A Cycle Ended
a reminder
It was a difficult road and lost became my only way out of the realms where I touched grass and my feet bore no sin, my heart could hear truth that reigned as the stars light up the sky but my way was dark and harm happened to me and from me and of me; I cried. I crumbled and died more times than felt right, felt wrong I vied for a song but no birds did land, the red one could not see me, I commanded to the gods and to the men I made god was always in the flowers, the bees that bit them, how could I of known? How could I of known my wayward days would end and cycles would be worth bowing to—with one.
Life’s journey often takes us through dark and uncharted realms. This poem reflects on the pain and growth that come from wandering and the unexpected wisdom that can emerge from the cycles we endure. It’s a reminder that even in the moments we feel lost, the flowers, the bees, and the universe hold truths that guide us back to ourselves.
Let this serve as a reflection on how every twist in the path, no matter how challenging, is part of the greater unfolding of our story.
