As soon as the season was spent

so were you

and so were we

your needles fell to the ground like sprinkles

beneath your feet

Dried-up remnants from

last year’s flourish

of the brightest, wildest blooms

your petals wrapped the inner darkness

in light

As big as a tree itself

you let it fall

crashing to the ground

wrecking the swing-set below

A dissonant song written in Minor

a song she hums with despair

yearning for the pitch to rise

Living with these insecurities

is going to be the absolute death of me

He planted his seed in the field of sorrow

Barren and alone

Start with breathing.

I know it is hard. 

Life is one big ball of tangles. 

Knotted up threads that

seem too far gone. 

Like a wilted plant needs water
and the goslings need their nest.
Like the roots require nutrients
for revival, you need rest.

Into life we are created

In this life we will create

Snowflakes are drops of frozen gratitude
falling like feathers from the sky
in the longest months 
that carry the most darkness
the kind of darkness
that makes you think you have lost vision.

There comes a time when you realize the foundation of your life is not sturdy enough to hold you upright. When it all comes crashing down, where will you turn, and how will you rebuild?

The Lord is my rock, my fortress and my deliverer;
    my God is my rock, in whom I take refuge,
    my shield and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold.

Psalm 18:2

Desperate for control.
Methods to numb the pain. 

Accolades to prove my worth.
Not knowing that loss was gain.