Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 01/03/22

Seasons of Inner Me

I am not what you think I am,
I am not what I think I am.
For I never thought I had seasons like mother Earth,
Sometimes I can be as cold as the breeze on a cold December evening that makes you clench your jaw,
But I also hold the warmth of the January sun that hits after a bone-chilling night,
And like the trees, I go through an October too,
Where I lose all my leaves only to get them back during a perpetual spring,
Ah, and the perpetual spring,
Makes the suffering of the fall all so worth it,
I am not what you think I am,
I am not even what I think I am,
For I never thought that these waves of grief knocking me off my feet oh so often,
Will become flowers in the garden of my memories,
And I’ll watch them as they change into a small part of all the universe of memories that once had power over me.

©2022 Sabahat Solangi All rights reserved.

Sabahat Solangi

Sabahat Solangi is a poet and writer based in Dadu, Pakistan. Currently, she is getting her undergrad degree in English Literature and Linguistics from Mehran University of Engineering and Technology Jamshoro. Her poetry is mostly focused on mental health issues and she aims to raise awareness about them through her art.

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