Seasons of Mourning. Season after season….
A dark Summer
A burnt Autumn
A literal Winter
A starved Spring
A gray Summer
A barren Autumn
A punishing Winter
A colorless Spring
A windy Summer
A dry Autumn
A slumbering Winter
A green Spring
A weathered Summer
A speckled Autumn
A quiet Winter
A purple Spring
A clear sky Summer
A storybook Autumn
A sculpture Winter
A kaleidoscopes Spring
A deep Summer…
The Season Cycle is Earth’s clock. Healing is on Earth’s terms. Years may pass before a day feels ordinary and mundane. A small victory is not noticing a regular schedule. With every season functioning will improve. But it takes season after season after season….
It’s The Inside. It’s the inside that counts.
“It’s the inside that counts” is a barren affirmation.
A person is not 2 people, nor 2 halves.
There is not an inside and an outside.
We are a whole package.
We market the inside when the outside is in question.
Or we sell our “curb appeal” over a dilapidated interior.
Nobody gets to cherry pick another person.
Nor should anyone sell themselves short.
We have as many varieties of our species as there are human beings.
Enhancements here, disadvantages there.
Opinions and judgments aren’t real.
When presenting oneself, proclaim, “It’s all or nothing!”
Something got under my skin. This is less of a poem and more of a rant.
IMAGE: ‘You Blew Me Away’ sculpture by Penny Hardy