The flat, preserved anoles
in my sister’s door frame
make me a little sad.
Why didn’t you move,
little lizards?
Maybe you had hung out
in the door frame before
and you thought you
were safe.
Perhaps you didn’t
recognize the
danger in delay.
Maybe you were
comfortable.
You clearly were
with friends
so maybe you
thought you
were in a good place.
The evidence
suggests otherwise,
my dear anoles.
Your demise reminds me
there’s a cost to
delaying change
when change needs to happen.
Your outline reminds me
that I sacrifice a dream
when I choose comfort
over courage.
Safe over brave.
When a move is a must
and I dig my heels in
to stay
where I am at
thankyouverymuch –
it will cost
me something –
every time.
#PermissionGranted
