Fall it is growing on me with its beauty.
I just don't like what follows it.
I wish I could find away
To love what I don't like
even one little bit.
I am trying to change my thinking
Wrap my head around it.
How do you make something stop hurting?
It is the mind and the body both
It is no joke
Being cold to the bone
Being stuck in a cave
Not able to leave home.
How do you find the sun?
When it doesn’t even shine
For Four months
not once in all of that time.
The grass is dead and the trees are bare
My blood doesn’t flow and I ache everywhere.
I need the sun to survive everyday
Once the winter starts
I won’t see it until May.