In earlier times I craved,

To discover the world,

Live in large bustling cities, …

My turbulent days,

Are no longer bad.

For now I can see them, …

Rare peaceful days,

When courage arrives,

And helps me see, …

Some relics from the past,

Belong in the spotlight.

Whether once used in life, …

It is often there,

In places near yet deep,

Where the answers, …

As compared to,

What my mind perceives,

That which my eyes see, …

Not every day,

Can be sunny and bright.

At least not until, …

In a sea of rocks,

Somedays I swim.

And it matters not, …

When I dig to reveal,

Parts of me buried over time,

There are occasions, …

These days,

When I react,

I ask myself why. …

He may be gone,

But what he touched,

Planted and nurtured, …

To be hard as a rock,

Is what I craved,

Growing up. …

On those confusing days,

When inside it snows or rains,

I often go around in circles, ...

It is only there,

Where the truth hides.

Beneath the facades, ...

To learn and grow,

I need to fall and freeze,

Before I can melt, ...

I am often asked,

“What do you do,

With all your time?” ...

Birds soaring in flight,

Are majestic.

So are the many, ...

Trying to reach,

Where I desired to go,

Was not as easy, ...

Growing up,

I too collected stamps.

They helped me dream, ...

Perhaps I too,

Am like snow.

Pure and white, ...