Poem: Seasons

I was a tree with tender bark, strong of stem and unyielding
Then loggers came and cut me down, wasted were the years of being
now am a slim and slender reed, i sway with life's winds
Because i want to live

I was a cobra; most feared i was
and tales began of serpent-sting
venomous was my renown
till trappers came and took my fangs
now i slither from hole to hole
for life is hard and i must live

i was a cherub, my name brought smiles
my laughter was gay, people rejoiced
i gave my being to spreading light
love and laughter, joy of life
till slayers came and took my wings,
my inner sight and stole my peace
now i wander in darkness dim
shying from contact yet needing it
lost is my zest, am just a shell
i need a touch, magic, some love
so once again.....i can live

Torn and weary, my soul is teary
many shades of grey i wear
clustered as scales upon my back
i yearn for light, love and air
to touch, to feel....and deeply still
to dance, to laugh and freely breathe
to soar, to heal...and wholly be
at peace with myself, my mind and the world at large

i fight this battle....every day
pain is my love, cold kisses my heart
splintered by memories buried deep
fragmented personalities burning still
i want to become whole again
so...who will hold me by the hand?
build me up and help me stand
now am a man with deep desires
but above all, i desire to live

By:
Beryl Pegasus