I hope I make it till the Spring
Two brothers who died too young.
I hope I make it till the Spring.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. Two brothers had committed suicide. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better then speaking negative words.
The Spring is when the world comes alive.
When the Winter days fade away to memories and
warm days heat up the hearts and dreams.
Yesterday the cold of Winter was for us to hold on tighter,
to keep each other warm, but somehow life had become a
search for a reason to be.
I looked to the past, but I don’t feel hope.
I saw the many mistakes made.
I can see the many beautiful moment too,
I feel they haunt me more than the bad.
I remember when life was easy.
All dreams in reach.
Today I feel that my life has become a useless journey.
Just aiming at useless dreams, not needing affection.
Like love creates more pain than sweetness.
Where do you look to bring laughter where there is only sadness?
Where do you find smiles when life becomes only a journey toward death?
Am I a coward?
Because I fear tomorrow.
Am I the cause of my own pain?
I feel I have chosen my journey.
For I have touched the pinnacle of love,
reached power and money but I was never complete.
I never found happiness.
Maybe I chose the wrong direction.
I wish to be born anew.
I know only I can open the door to love and forgiveness.
I must find new dreams and hope.
Where do I begin?
I seen to fall on the same path. Money and work.
I don’t need friendship and I don’t even need the gentleness
of a woman touch.
Am I pass the road to know happiness?
Can I find the thirst to be happy?
Is it too late to learn to love?
I don’t know if i have any desire left.
In the Spring.
Maybe I will feel strong again.
Feel the energy of hope.
Maybe the warm days of Spring will rebirth the desire
to love and know laughter again.
In the Spring.
I will find hope again.
Coyote
John Castellenas Written in 1989
Thanks for following Mouthy Poets, John! This captures a lot of the dark thoughts that take hold over the dark months of the year, and I hope you found the redemption in Spring that you were looking for.
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A old poem. Now I’m old and accepted life as is. I wrote the poem after the suicide of two brothers one year apart in 1987-1988. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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I hope for spring, too. So many reasons to long for the end of winter. I am sad about those two boys.
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Thank you Brenda. Spring allowed life to come alive. Seemed like more hope with the rebirth of the green earth.
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Oh john, so sorry for your lost of ur brothers. But I’m glad you’re still here and your poems sings to us and connect us all. I hope you’ve found meaning and you found love. Above it all I hope your heart has known happiness again.
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I volunteered for war and found peace. We can’t escape memory. We need to create new one’s. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Beautiful poem John, I knew that sorrow in my childhood! It still stays with me but I remember the smiles and that makes me smile, as they are never forgotten! Have a wonderful evening thanks for sharing my brother! May your new week be a very blessed one!
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Thank you Wendell. Old poetry. I became wiser. A kinder voice, quiet when I want to be pissed and a open door for the family without question.
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so very sad, and beautiful words john.
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Thank you for reading. A old poem. Most of us learn to be kind too late.
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