that makes me smile, as birds float by
coloring the sky with their flash of color and song
Those winged harbingers of summer's mystery.
But I have become a changeling seemingly overnight
with an unfolding of pain and sadness
like a Phoenix rising out of red fire
and embedded in ashes of pain lies the seeds of change.
Who am I now, this person living with pain?
Am I the same person as when the sun set?
A cloak of pain changes and transforms me,
coloring the days and nights by its presence.
I am a changeling, breaking free from the shell
of my former pinkness of self,
growing stronger, more determined, more grateful
for the lessons the pain is teaching me.
About a yolk of strength I thought long buried
and how the truest friends and family are culled out,
polished and shiny to support me on my
journey of change and of discovery.