Springtime Senses
See:
Flowers bloom in vibrant hues,
Trees adorned in fresh green leaves,
Nature's canvas painted anew,
Spring arrives, a sight to perceive.
Hear:
Birds sing melodies in the air,
Bees buzz as they gather nectar,
Soft rustle of leaves, a gentle flair,
Nature's orchestra, a sweet spectre.
Smell:
A bouquet of blossoms in the breeze,
Fresh grass after a morning rain,
Earth awakening from its winter freeze,
Spring scents, a fragrant domain.
Taste:
The first bite of a ripe, juicy fruit,
The sweetness of a floral infusion,
Nature's bounty, fresh and acute,
Spring flavors, a delightful conclusion.
Touch:
Soft petals, delicate and light,
Cool breeze on a warm afternoon,
Grass underfoot, a comforting sight,
Spring's textures, a sensory boon.
Lost and Found
Looking for answers, I wandered alone,
October's chill echoed my inner groan,
Self lost in shadows, a heart turned to stone,
Time seemed to freeze, in a world overgrown.
And then came a moment, a flicker, a spark,
Nudging me forward, through the dense, endless dark,
Determined, I rose, found a new, hopeful arc.
Finally, clarity, a path brightly shown,
Overcoming the past, in my heart it was sown,
Underneath the scars, a strength I have grown,
Now I stand tall, in my essence, my own,
Decidedly me, in every step that I've known.
_Below is the AI version using my theme_
Living in shadows, a heart in despair,
Out in the wilderness, searching for air.
Seeking a path through the depths of the night,
Trudging through darkness, in search of the light.
Amidst the confusion, a glimmer of hope,
Navigating turmoil, learning to cope.
Deeper we delve, into the depths of the soul,
Finding our footing, regaining control.
Opening our hearts to the lessons around,
Unveiling truths in the silence profound.
Now we emerge, with a newfound sight,
Discovering strength in the darkness of night
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If you’re walking a similar path with fibromyalgia or chronic illness, I’d be interested to hear what endurance looks like in your day-to-day life.