One taught as special of three hundred some
Leads to remember oft seasons of love
Transcending me dancing, not sad nor glum
Grateful por vida, a gift from above.
Yet a whisper within recalls the selfish
Tears born a prior anniversary.
I despise its anger and unmet wish
Unspoken, disillusioned I bury.
Soft becomes hardened; it’s scaling throat walls
Take refuge in hiding, voiding the past.
Inquiry begs pupil and iris to fall
Feeling so common in a world so vast.
In fear of a trench growing quietly wide,
I humbly pray whilst dreams wash away pride.
