Changing Season

just thoughts being expressed

An early fall shiver

Runs through my body

Summer's last hurrah

Fades away

Into the night sky.

 

As the last sunset

Dissolves before me

Leaving behind

Melancholy memories

Of "what could haves"

But never happened.

 

Feeling the tug

Of disappointment

And bitter resentment

Over a summer

Spent indoors

With agoraphobia.

 

Wondering

What happened

To trigger

My latest bout

Of agoraphobia.

 

Three years have past

Since last major bout

Left me

Paralyzed

For several months.

 

My feet move

Through the fallen leaves

From nearby trees.

 

Each crunch

Sounds the premature death

Of a dream and hope

I had for myself.

 

Marking the end

Of another season

Which my growth

Has been stopped

Before it's time.

 

As the season of tears

Awaits it turn

Upon my cycle of seasons

Marking my annual calendar.

Reviews

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Wow! this was sad! When I first started reading I thought it was about the changing of seasons, maybe that was part of it. It must be awful to have that fear inside you to step outside into the fresh air! I could actually feel the fear itself!

[therisa]

Just another part of my journey, towards wholeness, I endure, Kathy. As for the emotional impact, I don't feel it, as most of the time, I disassociate when I am writing poems, as a form of self-protection.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I hope your journey is completed soon!

[therisa]

Kathy, this journey of mine, is the type, which lasts a lifetime, before the last step is taken. As, it took a lifetime, to reach this current stage, I find myself.