Spring is the time for happiness to bloom.
This spring for me, sprung only gloom.
Like a child stripped of privilege,
I am down; bare.

The summer followed, a wrenching pain
It blisters, burning worse than the sun.
No one to console nor change my fate.
Is this real, or a trick of the brain?

In the fall I figured it might subside
Rather than that, a piece of me died.
You've killed that part, my only innocence,
Gone are the days of old, oh reminiscence.

Winter arrived with a hollow ache.
The dull shards prick upon my softest skin.
The desire for life, of fun and glee,
Leaves a body barren, an empty shell of me.

Spring again.
The flowers grow, the sun has melted away the frost and snow.
It is my choice now, I must decide,
Do I move on and let this go?

Can I try once more to become me?
Like the seasons change with time,
is it only a matter of that?