For a Season


I'm reflecting on my year and all the people that defined it. Each of these people represented a specific season of my year.


The winter was the warmest part of my year. It awakened me from hiberation. I basked in it because it made me feel alive for the first time in years.


And from this newness of life, I met spring. While I expected something to blossom, it never did. My heart began to turn cold again.


The summer saved me from the bleakness of spring. I felt a wave of heat but it encountered lukewarm weather and turned away.


I thought the autumn would be one for the books. It was a nice breeze I hadn't felt the rest of the year. But it was short-lived and like the leaves on all the trees quickly died.


I can become angry because most of these people are no longer active participants in my life and that is what I did for the last couple of weeks.


But I'm learning to accept the way people have treated me throughout my life. It took me a long time to get over the pain I have felt because of others but it's been a healing process.

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