There are chapters of life that feel like summer evenings
Some that linger like the never-ending chill of winter
Others that transition us like autumn to the next phase
Whirlwind chapters that spring upon us in fleeting bursts,
All offering new insights, reinforcing the old
Some forever imprinted onto the chambers of our hearts
Others so painful they creep upon us from banished places.
Perhaps we all wish we could stay on the peaceful page
But life beckons us to keep moving, even in our resistance,
Throwing at us both summers and winters without rhyme
Teaching us by force to adapt, learn, evolve to a higher level
So that we can weather through the upheaval of change
To immerse ourselves in the joy of dreamy summers.
The Therapy of Words 