Weather (a short poem)

Remember that time?

When you said you were like the weather –
sometimes good, sometimes bad,
unpredictable, constantly changing.

I saw the good –
the light shining from you.
Chased the warmth with my heart.

I also saw the bad –
the darkness, the pain you can inflict.
Chased you still with my heart.

I held on,
even if the cold sometimes made me flinch,
and the wounds hurt too much.

I believed in you.
And loved you.
Perhaps even until now.

Once upon a time,
I thought I knew you.
Only to get confused,
when I saw those different sides of you.

I though I have you figured out,
that I was one of the few who can cool you down,
and will remain to love you unceasingly, without end.

But I cannot cling anymore –
to something I cannot control,
and be faithful and loyal –
to one so unpredictable and changing.

Like cascading water,
I shall chart my own course,
and flow far away from this weather,
into a fresh spring of life.

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