what's changed?
my heart's grown tender
my soul has been liberated
my mind is expanding
they are my tools.
my tools for healing.
still, my aura grips the
grotesque traces from my past.
alas, healing never was supposed to be
easy.
I guess I have to come to terms
with the days where my heart
is deserted at sea
during the stormy summer months,
I have to come to terms with
the falling of the leaves
in autumn,
the memories from past pleasures
spring had bestowed on me.
nothing, though, can take away
the fact that spring will come back.
the sunshine, the warmth, the rebirth
it will all return to me.
for now, I will find the magic
in the desolate lands.
for pain is never beautiful,
it is raw and unhinged.
but the strength that comes with it
is a force to be reckoned with.
it is a beauty in itself
that I will find
infinite amazement in.
