weather has changed...

A season of deep grief
hit me this past year...
dark, ominous
sadness...
with a measure of anger.

It's hard to know where to go
when things get dark.

So mostly
I lingered,
waited,
wimpered,
pondered,
wept,
sang,
took photographs,
read,
talked with people who love me,
talked with people who love me again,
slept,
walked,
forgave myself,
forgave others,
admitted,
confessed,
and talked with people who love me.

For the most part the darkness
has passed.
I breathe with more ease...
I laugh...
I talk with people who love me.

Shadows of clouds
only remain.
I wouldn't be honest if I said
the clouds still threaten
to rumble and thunder.
Though
mostly they don't.

The weather has changed...
is changing.

Now...
I can see
where I am headed.