Life runs in a cycle of four seasons
They don’t always run equally or even
Life seasons are so much like the weather
In an endless cycle of regress and get better
This year I experienced a fall during winter
A cold soul emerges as life yells “Timber”
My mind has been stuck in last season
Hindering closure because I need a reason
Rage leads a mob of emotions
Meanwhile my soul feels the erosion
I’m tired, tired of recycling seasons
My faith shaken, what do I believe in?
As I start to let go, things fall into place
That fire burns to finish the race
Despite my doubt, I’m blessed with a promotion
Back to doing what I love without the commotion
Foundation and faith are solid and strong
My heart is singing a brand-new song
Feeling myself springing into summer
The enemy tried to pull me under
He used people that I held dear
Monopolizing on what I fear
But faith and fear cannot coexist
Though my fear tries to persist
A new season and a brand-new cycle
Stepping forward like a seasoned disciple
I will not be crippled by anyone’s mistakes
Make myself so strong that I will never break
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Corene Torres
Specialize in sales training and coaching for management and agents. Poet, published a book (Where I Stood), podcaster & doing spoken word on YouTube (Tornado Torres). Dealer in NASA based green technology (Krypto Marketing on Facebook).
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