I’ve seen the seasons change
Nights got colder
Days now longer
Days turned to weeks, weeks to months
I’ve seen the skies get brighter
Night foxes, birds chirping louder
Old flames die
New sparks ignite
I watch through the window
Is life passing me by? Pass me by never
Just yearning for my freedom
Freedom from this pain
My yellow brick jail, shackles broken chains
The end is near but the journeys far from over
I imagine how many more seasons, I wonder.. will I see summer?
Yes! No more seasons will pass me by
Pushing forward, in my sight the finish line
Rehabilitation.
-Dionne MT-
Breathe Think Write Release
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