I am made of…

I am made of..

 

Yes, this feeling is real…

Year after year, watching the sky

change colors; Blue, red, green,

black,

Holding my breath,

while time stood still.

 

Yet, always looking to feel…

Those years gone by;

roses turned into colorless statues

while the seasons changed

and the cancer left.

 

Now I hold an apple whose memories I peel…

Nurses, whom I owe the tree that bore my fruit,

and then took it away.

These seeds I plant,

tucked.. No, buried, far, far under the ground.

 

In Spring these buried memories, they would heal…

The frost turned into water

and melted the pain away.

The seeds became trees;

magnificent nurses of nature.

And yet, here I remained.

Waiting for the winter, again.

 

Four years later, an envelope I seal…

Inside, a memory guiding my every move.

Well… guided.

A mailbox made of other times and places.

But, this is now, this is different.

 

Like infinite summer days; skies of teal…

no more sorrow, no more rain.

No, a different thought this time,

 

I am made of steel…

There will be another year (Jbeggs)

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