ekphrasis poetry

My Spring

Seasons have embraced my life now in this new place. Like some simple state of mind I am transfixed by my life here. I am kept. I am humble. I've allowed myself to be cared for by those I know and the seasons have given me the room to breath out. 

Summer 

The sun has given me more warmth than I thought I need, but nights are cooling and I'm allowed to open my windows and speak with the crickets chirping on the breeze. They listen to voice speak of longing and should I stray to deeply into regrets they'd only chirp louder. Their ears need not hear my woes as they themselves seek a meaning to their lives.

Autumn

I'm now awakened by the cooler morning air, without so much of the sun the breeze pulls me down new roads but still to the old places I have avoided. Not for having fear of not being safe, but having fear of being to safe. For being known for the past, for someone asking anything that might allow me to remember the person I'm forgetting. I wish to blend in, and be a new person.

Winter

My world shivers, but now I grown to know special places, and people who never knew the old me. Yet I still remember, and my skin still looks the same yet underneath I am remade. I've regrown into myself, like roots under soil I've begun to absorb my new surroundings. I still hesitate at the past, stutter past, shudder at the people I've known. 

Spring

Hello. I feel new again. I am confident, I take risks and i smile at the sky like it hasn't seen me dying. As one might expect this new vigor comes suddenly. One day I'm healing, one day I'm healed and now I'm yearning. It's these happy days of sunshine and smiles that scare me though, I know soon some tide will shift and I'll be pulled away in a swell of pain. But for now my hands reach for the sky.