Spring

Why skip to the end
When I’m barely beginning
Stuck on what’s happened
Worried for what’s coming
My present evolves
A glimpse at peace
When death whispers
Birth is a scream

Promise to still
the sway of my hips
But I’d rather follow
the force of my will
Promise to steal
that permanent ache
But I’d rather try
even though I may break

Promise to empty
the glass I have filled
But I’d rather remain
and watch it all spill
Promise to silence
the screams that escape
But I’d rather appreciate
the music they make

Resilience is forged
My own anvil sings
I no longer idealize
The end of all things
Any moment could snap
This delicate string
Though I yearn for winter
I still prefer spring