New Season

by Jhahbriel C. E. Moore Sr.

Woke up this morning with
a new breath of life
Stretched to find no one was
Lying next to me.

A bitter cold of understanding
came over me for a quick second.
It’s a new season…I am alone.

All of what I thought I needed, was
just a vacant expression of what my
flesh called for.
In this new season, I am empowered
To seek no more pain.

I walk a new attitude with an old tenor 
sound  of how I was raised…
How I was praised by an old woman
who knew I was destined for greatness.

It’s a new season, my season…and all
The flowers are at bloom, even in this
Vacant room, I stand in truth.

New Season by Jhahbriel C. E. Moore Sr.

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