As each new season of life comes to a transition
I feel like I learn anew
how to come back to myself.
Summer saw an outpouring.
Of my heart
my soul
my whole spirit
lost
to listening to the suffering of others.
In a sterile hospital full of ghosts.
September alone -
swept me away with floods
of water and time,
expectations too heavy to hold
until they drifted away like
leaves transitioning from a verdant hue
to the telltale rainbow of autumn.
And now I am learning again,
how to fill out my own skin.
Find the spark in my own reflection.
Who I was before I was empty,
only letting the best parts of me back in
and shine forth into a comforting winter.
