Seasons change. 

We become different people. We surround ourselves 

With friends, 

Some old, 

Some brand new. 

Leaves fall 

And so do our hopes. 

Branches are left 

Stripped and barren 

Of their protection, 

Just like us. 

We build moments 

Of joy for ourselves, 

But what we often forget 

Is that nothing lasts forever, So when these moments Of happiness 

Change into 

Dark and obscure 

Nightmares, 

We become panicked. 

We get lost in the mazes Of betrayals 

And what ifs 

And broken bonds. 

We find ourselves 

Encased in tears, 

Left alone at night, 

Forever stuck 

In thoughtless loops 

Of wondering and wandering. At our toughest times, 

We forget to keep in mind That changes occur. 

The thought that 

Something better may be ahead, That there lays a light 

At the end of this tunnel, 

Is lost to us. 

At our lowest, 

We’re scared to hope, 

Terrified to be disappointed,

Once again. 

We are too blinded 

By the blizzards 

And disasters 

That leave our world 

Frozen in ice 

To acknowledge 

That spring is 

Just around the corner, To see that flower buds Are emerging, 

Slowly building back up, To bloom. 

We forget that birth and death Are a cycle, 

And that, 

In order to be born again, We must die first.