paradise

People drift through life like seasons,

Warm for a moment, then gone without reasons.

A friend sticks closer than a brother—

I’ve believed that more than any other.

But lately it feels like that, too, has slipped away,

Like something precious I can’t make stay.

How can someone you thought you knew

Shift into a stranger right in front of you?

It’s like, “How come this foundation isn’t stone?”

I thought we were close—closer than I’ve ever known.

Then someone funnier, older, maybe more cool,

Walks in—and suddenly I’m not even in the room.

Like I don’t exist.

Now I’m left asking: do I resist?

Who am I to interrupt the flock?

Your best friend now—why should I feel shocked?

It’s not like you treated me less… not at first,

But mentally, friendship is rolling the dice—reverse.

Which side will I get? Am I the best today?

Or will someone else steal the light away?

Why does this keep happening? I don’t know.

Is it destiny to walk this road alone?

But then a whisper softens the ache—

Your worth is not the kind they get to take.

I know my identity, who I am in Christ—

Loved without condition, paid for with His life.

People may wander, seasons may change,

He stays steadfast, constant, never strange.

So I breathe, unclench, and let this be—

Maybe losing them is rescue, not tragedy.

Because anyone meant for my story will stay,

Not just in sunshine—

but through every rainy day.