Strings

Dancing in the grass, feeling faint, I might collapse

Happiness is woven within the strings of my being but, sadness has a way of intervening

Cutting the strings, sadness is like the scissors to a seasons early storm

Life makes things difficult, makes things hard to see

You must learn to trust, we must succeed

Love has found its way in and out of my heart, flowing like wind dancing across the leaves falling to the ground when the temperatures freeze

What to do when you're stretched in different directions?

Its clouding my thoughts with this infection

I'll keep fighting through my flurry

It'll take sometime, but I'm in no hurry

As I come to terms with this blizzard inside

I'll be sure to tie the loose ends within my mind