It All Happens For a Reason

Everything that you are happens for a reason. With each passing thought is a change of season. In spring it feels like anything can grow. The reason becomes just part of the show. All that I am is a collection of what was. The only explanation seems to be just because. Because someone simply took the time to care, These become all the memories in which we share. I look out my window to the world outside, I wasn’t sure so I went along for the ride. When things got rough and it all feel apart, I was left standing with this broken heart. I don’t feel sorry as I view what I learned. I see all before me as the tables are turned. With ample sorrow the bridges shall burn. I see all along what it was that I yearned. I try to find peace but it is locked in resolve. It’s like having a puzzle that needs to be solved. I do realize I have much to be thankful for. Yet I’m apprehensive of what’s behind the next door. Everything that happens indeed has its season. Although the price paid feels much like treason. I remember the summer when the sun hardly sets. But with winter approaching all I see is regrets. I dream of springtime when life begins anew. I leave behind all the things I’ve been though. I find some comfort in everything grows. I try to sort out the highs from the lows But then I realize autumn is the season The leaves shall fall no matter the reason. Then all that’s left is to see who we are. It’s all up to you where you set the bar.