The moments of panic, betrayal, hurt and sorrow that hit me,
have lessened, are slowly losing their grip on my existence.
In the magnitude and gift that is time and hope,
they pass into memory,
as dried leaves and fallen flowers drop, deteriorate,
and pass into the ground.
Although they are still there in another form,
to help new growth.
their life force and destruction is diminished,
over the course of blessed time.
In weaker moments they rise up and strike momentarily again,
a poisonous fungus quickly removed like a weed,
but with light shining,
another path will make its way known.
Another flower blossoms on the remains of past fallen growth.
Begin again from compost mixed with new soil. A seedling feeds.
Life is renewed from death.