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Cycle of Seasons
There were December days
I had no fear
They filled them with happiness and cheer
In so many ways
But the world changed around me
And some things disappeared
The ones that I held dear
That I never see
Then came September days
Of hope and a start
Even though we were apart
I knew what you’d say
But then October came
And I started to fade
The promises that we made
All turned out the same
I didn’t know what to think
When November arrived
I knew I’d rise up or I’d pay with my life
I was on the brink
And when December came around
It’s not the same anymore
Oh now my heart is so sore
But there’s no hope to be found
And January was cold
But I get to start anew
How I wish that was true
The joy is now old
But when March came in
And April showers washed away the pain
They let me dance in the rain
You forgave my sins
And May was beautiful
And in June I was reborn
And the flowers kept me warm
And again things were wonderful
I don’t know what August will bring
But for better or worse I will try
Because I want to be seen getting by
And with joy I’ll sing
Gone are the December days
But there are new Septembers every year
And I go forward with fear
But I don’t let it stand in my way
June will come again
When sunlight shines on my face
And raindrops will quicken my pace
So I’ll hold on until then.

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When writing poetry, it feels like extracting emotions from my mind and transforming them into words. At this point in my life, I tend to dwell on the passing of childhood often and simply the changes that time brings about. This poem is about the way aspects of life inevitably change with time and how it makes me feel based on the past few years.