I am made of..
Yes, this feeling is real…
Year after year, watching the sky
change colors; Blue, red, green,
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.
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…