People say that change is the only certainty,
But, it also brings the torrents of uncertainty,
Change makes one doubt their surroundings,
As the only constant is their inner self which,
Constantly asks one the dreadful question,
Again and again, that does one belong here,
Was a mistake made, are we a mismatch,
Are people noticing one or worse judging,
It gets quite confusing as there are so may noises,
Overlapping over one another including the ones,
Inside the mind, making a cocktail of self-doubt,
People say that change is the only certainty,
Certainly, as one converts new to routine,
Leaving one’s mark over the place,
Making familiar faces smile back,
Voices no longer whisper but speak,
One learns that they are not supposed to belong,
But make spot in the new environment,
Bringing the change from within themselves,
Being the same person who once took the leap of faith,
Taking up the challenge of change with certainty.