Transformation
I can't stand the heat of July
This month of my birth and its oppressive sky
Your sun kisses turn to sun scorched
And what lies within in me slowly dies along with the green grass
This is the season of my transformation
My beginning, my end
Last year for my birthday I was given a gift of destruction
forced to learn to live with it, I was born again..this new life lies in my hands
these changes remain unwanted
Every summer I move from Olive to varying shades of Grey as the world around me moves from emerald to amber
Under this oppressive sky
I push my fingers into the dry ground
Letting the Earth and I embrace this together
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