Writer1326

My life is changing,

Like the four seasons,

Though without any reason-

I find myself scared of it.

Change; it’s a horrifying but beautiful thing.

Like in the early mornings of spring,

We feel in such a deep way,

flooding our veins throughout the day.

Some let themselves feel,

then move on, as if it wasn’t a big deal.

Some cling onto their emotions,

causing commotions.

Some push it away,

For every word I can’t say,

I try to write it down,

but at the end of the day,

I know I’ll never find the words.

They jumble together,

like the sunset’s melting colors.

For every excuse I make,

Searching for something more,

The days pass me by,

like the wind on the shore.

I look to the stars for answers,

Hoping to see my future,

In their crystal like light.

As the darkness of night,

In the dead of winter,

crows call out,

their song a splinter-

in the silence of doubt.

Spring is longed for.

Its warmth wanted more-

than ever before.

Though, in the time between,