Another year passed.

Tic Toc .
Another year passed.
nineteen going on twenty.
lots has changed.
lots has remained.
Coming out of spring,
Much stronger than before.
A new season and a new year
In this confusing life.
Irresponsible at times,
Dependable at others.
Friends have stayed true.
Others have dropped out.
So this year I will celebrate,
All the people in my life:
That I care about,
And that care about me.
So Tic Toc
Time continues to move.
A new season awaits
And new situations will occur.
I look forward, finally releasing the past.
I just hope that everyone,
will be able to see
That I am still myself.
Although a little shakey,
I have found my personality again.
On and off, It grows stronger now.
All are welcome, into my heart,
That accept this and want to celebrate
Time as it moves on.

Cannot grasp

I write things;
Messages, blogs, journals.
Because it documents
Emotion.
Feeling.
Thoughts.
But there’s something
That I cannot seem to grasp.
This metaphysical leash,
Attached to my heart.

That’s keeping me from

Enjoying things fully.
It’s a severed string,
Barely anything left.
That I try so hard to break,
Live.
Learn.
Forget.
But then I remember,
Why that string ever attached.
The things said,
The things done,
And it almost makes it worth,
All that has passed.
This is merely a sample,
Of my thoughts circling,
Through my heart and my head.
But I am left a rock,
With no room to trust.
Until this string is broken,
Or securely reattached.