Degrees of Separation

365 days and 180 degrees
Though changing and ever growing
I feel my pain still staring at me
Refusing to disappear, just dissipating slowly

Long days and late nights
Encircling thoughts of anxiety
I hold them at bay
With an awareness of that path
Once afraid and confused
Tormented by the past
Impatient with the present
Worried about the future

I was once held prisoner
By the hour long seconds
Unable to free myself
Running from the past
Unsettled by the present
Tormented about the future.

Seasons have changed
I have grown
I’m ever more aware of the need to
Release the past
Enjoy the present
Allow the future.

Otherwise seasons change
But the only difference
Will be the degrees which separate them.

LaQuita “Sunshine” Davis