The Fruits of Change

Welcoming warmth after months of harsh ice

all things once dead feeling alive again

regrowth, nourished by the sunglight

everything in greens, yellows, and bright blues.

 

Coming out of a damp, dark cave you were trapped in for days

the ease of crisp air filling your lungs

lying barefoot in a field, embracing the grass on your toes.

 

Floating carelessly down a river

content, even as a minnow among salmon

acceptance of the progress that lies ahead.

 

The comfort of solitude, long walks alone through hills and valleys

a new flame on a wick extinguished for years

finally opening the curtains and letting the sun shine through.

 

Me, no longer supressed by the darkness of You.

This poem is about: 
Me

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