i topple over, falling ******* my knees.
grief flows over me like a warm winter breeze
memories fall from my eyes with a sort of gentle ease,
my words from the past leave me with a coughing wheeze.
but,
the past is the past, and i will grow with the trees,
and fly far, far away with the buzz of the bees
for i am a new me, equipped with new expertise,
this is my life now, i will do what i please.