It was like a lightning flash
when the days fastly ended
All those flashbacks ago were
captured like photographs, placed
in my memory, tangled and wrapped.
And the bucket of fall downs,
spinning into its motions,
creating a burn and sting,
but at least it was all real,
and the reason why I am still here.
Now, all the birds in the sky sings
as a new year’s dawn welcomes in.
joannachse 