Explosion

Seemingly overnight,

These problems all arose.

Bringing to the light,

That which was to remain unknown.

Perhaps it’s not all bad

For secrets to be told.

While the sufferers grow sad,

They used to shine like Gold.

This isn’t how it should be,

Letting life knock us down.

What if we were all free

From that which makes us drown?

We must end this explosion

Of hurt and quiet and pain.

Before we’re word down from erosion,

We must erase the stain.

With love and support,

We can all stand tall once more.

And finally, we’ll shove

Away the secrets we abhor.

Poetry is not usually my choice form of writing; I typically enjoy prose most. Last spring though, I happened to write a poem or two. Now that spring is coming once again, I thought that a poem might be a nice way to switch things up. Last year, I felt lost in a sea of secrets and lies. Now, I’m a relatively transparent person. My secrets no longer exist as such, and it feels as though with the blossoming of new life that spring brings, my life is also seeing many new buds forming. It’s so nice to be finding my niche once again. Instead of an “explosion of hurt and quiet and pain,” I’m experiencing an explosion of healing and compassion and new opportunities. So, welcome, Spring. And welcome, new life.