It was summer.
She was alone, but she was happy.
She was busy, but she was free.
There were no worries.
It was fall.
She was a minnow surrounded by sharks.
She was new, but she fit right in.
The anxiety was kicking in.
It was winter.
She was cold, but she was thoughtful.
She was bitter, but she was sweet.
It was starting to pull her down;
She was sinking.
It was spring.
She was warm, but she was chilled.
She was filled with hate, but she was in love.
She was growing,
But she was being cut down.
It comes and it goes
Like the seasons of the year.
It's up and down.
Warm and freezing.
Bitter and sweet.
Hateful and full of love.
Just like the seasons,
Her feelings changed.
They sprouted.
They grew.
They wilted.
They died.
And the cycle repeated.
For her emotions were never ending,
Just as the seasons were
And forever will be.
~a.k.
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