Written by: Mutshidzi Kwinda
At first, change felt like a heavy backpack,
Full of things I didn’t know how to unpack.
“Where do I even start?” I would sigh,
Stuck in old habits, too scared to try.
Then I noticed the little things…
A missed call, a hurt loved one’s face,
The way my stubbornness left no space
For love to grow or wounds to mend.
“If I don’t change, I’ll lose myself in the end.”
So I took small steps, day by day…
A deep breath when I wanted to yell,
A “sorry”when I didn’t do well.
Some days I failed, some days I rose,
But every try brought me closer.
Now when I look back, I see the climb,
The stumbles that taught me to take my time.
Change wasn’t about being perfect or new,
Just better than the person I once knew.
And if you’re like me… tired, unsure,
Feeling like change is a locked door
Start with one thing. Just one small win.
That’s how new beginnings begin.
You don’t have to fix everything today.
But start. The rest will find its way.
By:Mutshidzi
