Dawning Creations

I don’t feel too much towards lamenting these days.
Smiles, reaching my eyes, creasing pleasingly.
Tragedy wakes up something long lost inside.
I am remembering what I thought could never be.
I had it all along, hiding away, waiting.

I don’t cry as much these days.
I’m far too busied with keeping my pace.
Watching the seasons change and transforming with them, enjoying the spaces in between.

I walk more, laugh more, dress up more.
I wear less make up.
I smile a hell of a lot more than I ever did.

Lamenting is for someone lost.
I am finding someone.
I am finding I like them more these days.