Seasons

At some point, you learn
That words are woven into stories,
Stories into lies,
And lies can make up a life;
That lies can make up a man;
That duplicity is contagious
As bad company corrupts good character.

At some point, you learn
That a coloured face can be a façade
And beneath is a can of worms
Feeding on nicks and cuts,
Picking on fresh, bloodied wounds
That will heal or won’t heal-
Only time can tell.

At some point, you learn
That a smile is just a mask;
That a hollow smile belies
The tempest in the heart –
Of rage, madness, and love,
Choosing different shades of grey
Over blacks and whites.

At some point, you learn
That an enemy multiplies kisses
But a friend’s wounds can be trusted;
That you hurt those you love,
And you’re hurt by those you love,
But you love anyway
Because you were loved first.

Love overcomes,
Looks beyond,
Overlooks the façade, the worms,
And heals.

And that Love is neither grey
Nor black nor white
But is red, scarlet
And turns your scars
As white as the snow
And makes you a new creation.

At some point, you meet Someone
Who sweeps you off your feet,
Promises you eternity,
And leaves a permanent mark on your soul.
Say “yes” and you are changed.
Forever.

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