April was the cruelest month
long buried memories disinterred
like a knife wound to the chest
bittersweetness, chances unfulfilled
time lost to sorrow and despair
and yet there was no chance
time transforms chance to inevitability
all hope is lost
Yet I remain

May always harbors potentiality
may, might, could’ve, should’ve
the wounds reopened
but cauterized by the sunlight
hoping for chances but changes cannot come
dreaming of morning dew on rose petals
and my sad, simple folly
but the embers were rekindled in my heart
to know pain is to know I am still alive
So I remain

In June, I still heeded my heart
trying to find the right turning
the right pathways
yearning for that which was long lost
and maybe I surrendered too soon, always
let hope fly from me, crumbling to dust in
the brilliant summer sun
But maybe I am listening to the wrong call
and maybe my heart desires something greater

Something I cannot see the shape of
more wondrous than my clumsy fumbling and grasping petty aspirations

Maybe the fire in my heart was awakened
for some greater purpose
the final fulfillment of my destiny
there is more than one way to love
and there is more than
one way to make dreams come true
fire and flame can consume, can destroy
but fire and flame can give life
I will give my life
and expect nothing in return