37 weeks have passed
my finger tips are colored rich lilac
dyed and died again
i've stopped painting the walls
let the stains set in
its winter now
i've been hiding out
shedding my summer skin
i've survived the plagues
of this year i am
sleeping better
pruned again
just when i thought i was living i was dying
just when i thought i was okay
i was happy
just when i wasn't paying attention
something changed and changed back again
i am traveling new roads
trails i have made myself
the seeds I planted long forgotten
are blooming now
the scenery is beautiful
