Seasons of Life: A Poem

Life is as quick as how seasons change: that’s how I understand it. There will be bright summer’s rays (happy and joyous moments) and cold frozen winter chills (rough times and challenges). I realized this when my mother got hospitalized last month. I thought to myself how fast things change without you even knowing it. Everything happens real quick that you don’t even have time to think; you just do what’s needed at the moment. That a single click; things change, people change and so on… And you’re left to wonder how a moment changes your lifetime and that you know you won’t live the same way you used to. And guess what. That’s life. It’s unexpected and you just gotta know how to enjoy whatever is on your plate. But it will never be easy. Just have faith in you and in God and you'll be fine.

Seasons of Life

-Jong-

The morning light, the sun- kissed

Dew on the newly opened petals

Of roses and daisies dancing on spring

Filled with hopes of the future’s dream

Along with laughter of innocence

And purity of soul

Makes the young traveler’s heart

Burst with joy, contentment.

Here comes the warmth of Old Father’s breath

Forming glitters of sweat

Among the townspeople’s eyes

Asking for cascades of rainy

Afternoons and a handful of freezing drops

To quench the cracked lips of strength,

To enliven the drought of faith

As the traveler walked miles

Away from one place to another

She saw for herself

Little by little, leaves fell

Off the sturdy pack of trees

Once robust and strong

Now left with nothing but

Pieces of yesterday’s youth.

Winds carried their bravery away

The young traveler,

Felt blue and left

Onwards to a new track

Only to find out the worst

To come:

Cold, dark without a heartbeat

Withered flowers greet with stiff

Broken hearts.

The still trees,

Frozen wind

Sent chills deep within

And slowly crept through

Her bare thin being

Pain possessed her poor spirit

Chains of excruciating torture

Gripped her; unable to move

She watched with blood-stained breast and

Hand-squeezed brain

The sun  shines across the

Meadow.

One more time.