Seasons

Every season needs to seize the sun, for the seeds to soar.

See, seeping in the sun even when sore, to see what the seas are sure it saw, helps the heart harvest faith and fate so the future blooms in every season.

Every season needs to seize the sun, for the seeds to soar.

See, seeping in the sun even when sore, to see what the seas are sure it saw, helps the heart harvest faith and fate so the future blooms in every season.

But I've been shading the rays, afraid the days replay heart break as soon as hope awakes

My eyes burn, from The stench of pain that trails behind my smile.

it's no wonder my memories wreak of fear.

I swear, if you listen closely, you can hear the heaviness of the silence every time I flip through my collage of mistakes.

It must be sick and tired of being sick and tired of the pasts flash in the present each time I captured love.

It makes sense why forever crawled back into its skin; locking itself in the closet and throwing away the key.

There's no need to unpack.

Beginnings are always leaving before the heart gets to creep in; making sure to slam the door on its way back in.

Somebody please tell me how do I rose petal these insecurities so I can replant confidence and self love in my back bone, watering it with positive confirmations and acceptance of what was , what will, and what won't be, so strength can start to grow

The withering leaves weep when the night crawls through the cracks of dawn, barely seeing the sun beneath the mud.

Please....I need the secret

I'm awaiting the moment....that I can lotus flower as my teeth shine like I got the eclipse embedded in my smile

Proud of how courageous I’ve grown to be.