Did you forget that you are creative?

You unto yourself

your own


You once did these things alone

and were powerful then as you are now


boldly naked and honest


beautifully raw


with tenacity among struggle

strength made from shining light on demons


there were shimmers

         among

              black sickness

watching shadow creatures scurry away


in time, facets paused

while others came into full bloom


Is a season even recognizable except by the passage of time?

I am ready for spring.