Four Seasons of a Broken Heart
First comes winter. The hardest to survive.
Cold and barren; the frost eats you alive.
Branches of hope bare; leaves of love decayed,
Around your heart and soul, you’ve built a barricade.
Next is the spring; winter gone at last.
The time for new life, no longer bound to your past.
Resilience gave you another chance;
Your refuse to look back now, not even a glance.
Now the summer, best season of all.
You think you’ve moved on, standing proud and tall.
Growing and blossoming towards the sky,
Barely remembering the last goodbye.
Darker nights now autumn is here,
Doubts create fog this time of year.
Leaves of joy and fulfilment are furling and falling,
Memories of lost love you just keep recalling.
Then winter strikes again, but not quite as strong,
You wonder why you still haven’t moved on.
Reliving every mistake and regret,
The frost bites your skin. It won’t let you forget.
The seasons repeat until you become winterless,
Your bark has healed, you are finally splinterless,
Life now a lattice of long summer, carefree spring,
But occasionally the autumn may sometimes creep in.
Or so that is what I hear,
But I still have winter as part of my year.
Copyright © Rebecca Johnson | Year Posted 2016
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