I did not
believe in the hazy shade of winter,
Until one fine summer’s day,
It descended upon my frontier.
They did not
teach me how to combat sorrow,
My sword and shield,
Benumbed by endless horror.
walk away from this affliction,
It eats at me,
Boring a hole in my steady diction.
I will not
fight this dormant volcano,
It burns my soul,
Searching for a whiff of hollow.
As I did not,
For they did not,
As I cannot,
For I will not.
I have realised the meaning of summer,
I have fought the battle of tribulation,
I have known the cross of adversity,
I have found the solace I was looking for.