Healing

Healing

When the rain fell
I didn’t say anything

When it snowed
I didn’t say anything

When the flowers bloomed
I didn’t say anything

When the air was hot and humid
I didn’t say anything

When the leaves turned their color a second time,
I cried

When the snow covered everything with a white blanket and silence
I screamed

When the flowers poked their little heads out of the ground and the air smelled like sweet honey and dreams.
I raged

And in summer when the warm night and the monotone song of the crickets turned into my music to keep me awake.
I was at peace.

The third autumn exploded in colors I didn’t remember. It was filled with words, music, pictures, laughter and the sound of dry leaves on the ground that crumbled with every step.
And I?
I loved.