Stubborn Beauty

 

 

Autumn, a rebellious defy

Melange of colors outside

As high as the depth 

Of my chaos and misery 

Alive and standing in the end

Siphoning the force of love

Through my tired, heavy chest 

I wonder how I, Feel it's beauty!

As if I'm under a spell 

Gratitude, a mysterious friend.

 

November of twenty twenty three

From the ashes, of what I set free 

The glorious maroons 

In the glorious sun

Shining over the dried up blood 

That my soul shed, last summer 

On what was once green 

I wonder how I, Love this fall!

That sneaked in, at my expense

Gratitude, a mysterious friend.

 

 

-Al