The Sun Returns

July 14, 2017
By woodland GOLD, Los Osos, California
woodland GOLD, Los Osos, California
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the wintertime left its numbing marks,
dismal as the dripping rain and the endless cloudy days
hope seemed abysmally absent
In the wake of fractured dreams,
monday mornings and monday mourning

with its freezing fingers it stole
and ate with unforgiving teeth
each little piece until there was nothing left.
emptiness consumes like nothing ever should
and yet, each day keeps arriving

does a tree wonder why it still stands with no leaves left?
how does it know that it will be okay again?
it will once more become blessed with promise
and be soaked in rebirth
why does it not cease to grow?


I stopped growing.

And then the sun returned.

the bittersweetness blossomed,
and every shattered piece found its place
never did light feel so fragile,
or so painfully perfect
like the grass on the hills, it sprouted and bloomed


that hollowed out space is now a hallowed place
And at once, it is finally whole
I have never felt so full
 


The author's comments:

Writing this poem felt a lot like letting go, and even more than that, like starting over again.


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