• Samantha Pollock

Birth of Springtime

​In the church they talk about seasons.

Throughout the year the weather changes, the leaves fall and the flowers blossom.

Seasons are the reason.

We laughed, we cried, we built, we broke.

It’s the end of our season.

I don’t want forever because that’s not why we were put together.

I poured into you. I gave you more than I knew I had.

I’m thankful for that.

I’m not yours and you’re not mine,

But I’ve still got your back.

I’ll still defend your name and do what I can to help you succeed.

The thing about the season is that sometimes

You don’t know how long or short it’ll be.

I didn’t know that we weren’t forever.

I thought we would ride out the seasons together.

But if I’m being honest, and I am cause why lie,

I think I was pouring into your future more than you were pouring into mine.

There comes a point when you feel empty.

The well’s run dry.

Just like the winter, I’ve grown cold, and broken.

I’ve been yearning for springtime.

I need hydration, stimulation, a place to flourish.

The cold’s broken and the sun shines different.

The light flows from me, not just around me.

I wish you nothing but success and a life that’s happy.

‘cause it’s the birth of springtime,

I’m seeking abundance, joy, and growth and I do it freely.

#breakups #lifechanges #poetry #life #seasons

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