15 June 2016

Waiting For Summer

Pain of my past has harvested my heart
It has tilled the soil of my soul
Prepared me to love you
The depth of this new love, a gift;
Redemption I do not deserve

In my darkest moments, I shook my fist
Wrestled and rioted in anger

But in the end, it was not the end after all
Instead, a continued great story 
Of life, love, loss and redemption

For in the winter of change
the chill can freeze your bones
and the memory of summer
a fairytale with little meaning

but summer, she always comes
despite winters' harshest arrows

so sit by the fire
and feel the aching burn

wait for summer and when she arrives
let her melt your sorrow;
may it become one with your joy

a beautiful collage of a future uncertain
but perfectly predestined.


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