Heart Of The Matter
The Four Seasons
I was born into spring,
Helpless and dependent,
On those who would care for me,
A tiny flake of humanity,
Born to the mercy of a cold,
And dangerous world,
I grew strong and walked those mean, dirty, city streets,
Foolishly fearless,
I staked my claim on them,
And won through by way of guile and charm,
The dangers became apparent at an early age,
And I learned ….
I walked my pathway with head held high,
Defiant, I made friends of my enemies,
And watched them change towards me,
Treating me with kindness and respect,
I learned who to trust and who not to,
And I played the game to win,
My summer was filled with love,
And some pain …
I lost my heart and had it broken for a time,
By autumn it mended yet remained fragile,
The scars deep and raw,
And would remain so ……
Survival is paramount as I move towards my winter,
With feint hope and some apprehension,
No longer fearsome or fearless,
But philosophical,
With an acceptance that where I am in my time,
I am meant to be,
And whoever I meet on this path,
Will be sent to me with a purpose,
To heal or hurt, to love or hate,
And I will cordially greet them,
Welcoming the lessons.
I was born into spring,
I have been guided through each season,
And looking back through sands of time,
There has always,
Been a reason….
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The Four Seasons
The Four Seasons
