lost myself within,
the deepest shadows of summer.

I lost myself within,
the turning of the seasons.

Fall brought shattered image's
of a former self
                             s
                               c
                                 a
                                   t
                                  t
                                e
                              r
                                i
                                  n
                                     g
                                        In the winds of grief.

Winter brought a blizzard,
of denial smothered below
a mirage of delicate beauty.

Spring brought back remnants
of a self long forgotten.

Yet the seasons could not bring back the shadows of summer.

I lost myself within the turning of the seasons.

© SaraM