Outlines

They said I am full of grief

and I agreed with them

my lungs have breathed too much disappointment

in this life

I am not myself, I said

but later I disagreed

for this is what I am, now

Don't misunderstand

I still see joy in every gift of nature

and finally see the hope a child can bring

but my shadow turns to the suns of yesteryear

and I blink at every disappearance

eclipsed