This Spring: Beginnings and Endings
There are beginnings.
You are arguing.
I am waiting,
Learning to be patient.
There are endings.
Cold and fading,
Unforgiving.
Grasping out their hands or
ceasing to be.
You cannot plan.
Sometimes life just happens,
And you find yourself
Picking up pieces:
Reforming,
Transforming,
Surviving.
At least I am still breathing.
Spring Equinox:
I’m close to twenty-three,
Uncertain but still here,
Frightened but brave.
And growing like a weed.
(oh god, this year)
(but here, here I am)