One Thing Is Certain… Seasons Change by Valerie Parente
Days are getting longer,
sunlight shining down,
the sound of burning rubber,
in this cute little town,
and I wouldn’t change a thing,
even if it kept you around.
Sitting on these bleachers,
so far below the clouds,
last year I sat here in torment,
wondering where, when, and how,
I’d ever begin to forget the good times,
unaware remembering was allowed.
I mistook peace for apathy,
clinging on to a heavy frown,
thinking loneliness all alone,
was worse than loneliness in a crowd,
but I’ve found my peace of mind,
and in my lonesome it was found.
I’m happier today,
with my feet on the ground,
no more unfair expectations,
in a psyche so loud,
I proved I can survive,
a sadness so profound,
it didn’t make sense at the time,
but I can make sense of it now.
– Valerie Parente (3-9-2021)