The year passed by too quickly, for my pain to make its own impressions clear,
Almost too fast to feel the weight, and strain,
and pay the growing cost of age, and time.
When life has weight like sodden winter wool,
perseverance and all my efforts fail,
the day arrives when suddenly again,
the way it is, is not, nor long has been.
Now I am tired bone deep, soul deep and hear
surrender’s call to leave this task and rest
far from the strategies of empty days
where power’s pride of steals light from every
Defeat, a fear I never thought to feel
whispers of things that time may come to steal,
pecks at my heart to take my peace away
life loses light, stolen from every day.
For dignity and independence due
To finds my life’s work, all I asked of you.
Perhaps a time of rest nearer the end
to sleep and rise whenever I should choose,
to visit friends and buy small gifts to send.
Sweet lies are these, acceptance, peace and
while principals are parted soon from those
who leave them whenever they find it best
to modify their feelings for their goals.
Fear, absent from me for so many years,
in shaken trust of kindness reappeared.
after the darkened days and constant rain,
I venture, though still fearful, out again.
In arrogance soothed pain I thought it true,
to spend my days brooding in distain
But now I work at finding work to do
And treasure what I find in every day.
Life sends each butterfly upon its way
and makes me diamonds of the grasses dew.
As beauty soothes the scars of fear away,
I go on seeking rainbows in the day
and crying out my sorrow the night through. Bright faith, the blessing of my winding way
that brings me ever safe and home again,
Discouraged, Yet I’ll not refuse a smile
to see injustice try, then fall and fail,
with every infant’s smile or petal’s bloom,
while nights call me to howl at summers moon.
My sometimes cursed, yet always blessed life
weaves on, a path this orphan must pursue,
stumbling amiss yet never lost, I leap,
across the dark, wrapped in protected light.
Though all my thoughts may lead me to
all damage done, the darkest moment come,
my witness will report in truth that these
were swept aside by passing butterflies.
The trailing end of two weeks constant rain,
brought me the sun to lead me out again,
tested yet still with every passing year
alive, and blessed by those brilliant rays.