“I hope I make it till the Spring”
I hope I make it till the Spring.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry

A old poem. I learn I wasn’t important. I learn to be kind to friends and family. Silence is better then speaking negative words.
I hope I make it till the Spring.
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
Hi , I love your poems ,and short story’s. Life is for living , as I’ve learnt the hard way . I thought I was living life till 1 day my world was ripped from under my feet , never to be the same again , to say it broke me is an understatement , but during this time I also found the real me . Then I ask myself, why did I have to go to what felt was rock bottom to find out who I was , of course I believe everything happens for a reason ,good & bad yin & yang in all that we do . I just wanted to thank you 🌹🌹🌹All the best for the future . 💖🌹
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I agree Karen. The hard days make us appreciate the good days. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Very nice!
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Thank you Kim for reading and the comment. I do appreciate.
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Recently went thru a season like this… your words resonated .. thanks John:)
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A old poem. Life can make us learn. We need to pay attention to family and our friends. Lead with concern, kindness and love. Thank you Kae for reading and the comment.
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Spring will meet you with beautiful things. Interesting poem.
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I wrote after second brother committed suicide. A old poem and some hard days.
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I hope this spring brought renewal and joy to you John. A lovely and poignant poem.
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A very old poem written in 1998. Second brother committed suicide, made writing very sad. I’m fine now. Suicide destroyed the life of many.
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Very moving poetry dear John.
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