Kaleidoscope

The pieces are never lost, just rearranged.

The ever changing landscape.
Each twist, each turn
Brings something new,
Something fresh, unseen.
The patterns are never the same,
Yet the shapes, the sequins
Endure.
Just rearranged,
Fitting in a different way,
In a different space,
Reflected back
For all to see.

So am I. 
Twisted,
Turned upside down.
Yet still the pieces
Are all inside me -
Some broken, some whole.
Shake them
And they form a new pattern.
Adapting, finding a new path,
Reflecting back to the world
What becomes
The new identity.

The kaleidoscope
Turns and turns.
As does life -
Turning
Until it stops.
And all that is left
Is the ever-changing pattern
The proof of existence.