The season whose theme is hope
and the color green has sprung;
casting a spell upon us to feel
an overwhelming urge to plant seeds.
Yet I find that I'm still the one on my knees
begging for the distant men
who placed themselves in my orbit first
to grow with me.
Translated literally "equinox" means "equal night";
how can a connection blossom with intention
when there's only one person
providing most of the light?
This time serves as a reminder you can't lose people
who were never honest to begin with
only the false hope that fleeting yet
tender moments with them sprouted within us.
The only way to ground yourself is to
let go of all expectations rooted in fantasy.
Clear the soil and pull the weeds,
make room for a love that blooms like Spring.
-Liz
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