They are always changing
The seasons, like the patterns of my speech
The thoughts in my mind, the company that I keep
But still, lingering, some things remain
And I don’t know how that makes me feel
And sometimes, I’m not quite sure what’s real
Summer is the tracing of letters in the sand
The way my scars trace across my chest
The way I traced my fingers through the bag
Looking for one last….
Breathe deep, fix myself
But that’s not for me
Summer is running barefoot through the trees
Feeling the breeze as it blows by me
Kites flying through the sky
And knowing that I could be one of them
Knowing that I can do anything
Fall sweeps in with a crisp chill
It brings different colors as the greens slowly fade
The leaves climb down from their perches in the trees
That comfortable familiar process
It happens inside and all around me
Tear down, rebuild
Tear down, rebuild
Tear down…
And rebuild
Fall is kids starting up classes
Learning some life lessons
Stepping out bravely into the unknown
Transition, progression, momentum
Winter sets in and a quiet settles on the town
Settles on my heart with a certain stillness
Shhhhh
Hear the wind moving through the branches
Watch them sway
Moved by unseen hands that shaped this body
This frail shell of a thing
Winter is quiet walks in the snow
Everything blanketed in white
It is hot chocolate and fires in the hearth
Warmth radiating from the center of my being
My cup filling up in the silent sitting with you
Spring bursts forth with the flowers
It shouts and explodes with life and with birth
A new thing begins to bloom in me
And I forget the past
At least for a while
See sometimes I wonder what it is I did to them
To all of them
Some days I feel haunted by ghosts
By the man I used to be
Behind them, death seems to hover like shadows
Shadows of things I only remember in dreams
But it’s alright, and I’m alright, and everything is just fine
Maybe I’ve said this before
And maybe I’ll say it again, and maybe…
Maybe they’ll understand this time
These things, they come and they go
They ebb and flow like the tides
Like the ocean of your love washing over me
Washing me clean
There’s a rhythm to it, like the hills and the valleys
I scream it from the rooftops,
“Chin up kid, your pain is fleeting!”
And for a moment, I could swear they believed me…
Spring is a train bound for nobody knows
And maybe that’s why I hop on board
Because these moments have meaning
And this heart is still beating
And I know I’m receiving….
Something
Something beautiful