The Swirl Poem by Jose Maret

The swirl had turned in me a picture
Of me, When I stopped seeing me as me
Of me, crushing the fallen leaves
And enjoying the beauty of the crunch
I stop to remember that moment
Not hoping to hold onto it forever
It had wiped the smile away and for more
Until now when I hear the colours again
And the music flowing into the green leaves
A rhythm when tears also exists in harmony
As natural as a smile when truths revealed
Today of love and of being different
Of being lame, but realising the reason
For the same in pain, in loneliness
And cherishing each breath, each minute
As I move onto the next day, next hour
Of trial with no fear residing anymore.