Seasons

Life has seasons

For far more than a year

This should be beautiful

But it's what I fear

And lust for

Because the curse of consistency

Is a special hell

But when tides rise and fall

With no warning

Sometimes all you want is a rock

To cling to

Because one can only swim for so long

In waters so dark

But I shine my light

And I'm still swimming

And perhaps the tides will rise

And perhaps seasons will change

But I'll be here

Or somewhere near

And I can only hope you will be there too

But if you need to follow a current of your own

I would understand

I just don't like to float alone.

Reviews

[Emmy J.M. Powell]

Ah, I really liked this, especially the last few lines. Has a very solemn feeling to it, but in a good way that makes you think. Very well-written!