Feb 3

Early flowers came about as the winter
Faded away from Groundhogs' days
Slight sun warmed the song in soil
A yellow and orange arching flame
A blue one too that makes me whisper
Of you and I am looking at the edges
Of solace as the early flowers were
Covered in frost, crystals of moisture,
Emerging wilted and willed into another
Spring, that emergence is coming.
I'm coming back, I feel it more everyday,
A return or a losing of the lasting effects of
A constant state of self-diminishment
Of a state of being where the entirety
Of one small aspect of my sobriety
A self worth around my own body
Overtook me over time and was at zero
Because once rejected and only
Giving off an undesirable as when you
Love someone and after time too much
Time passes and then this touch, it
Became repressive and repulsive to that
Whom I loved, then all love was gone
And it morphed into divorce and fading life
And focus on the business of things, time
And how to come back from that, how
To start down a road that ends up back
In town. So Leslie, did you see a stop sign?
The map only shows the streets, and
There's no map anyway.