Die a little

When winter descends

A part of my soul seems

To die a little

There are waves of memories

None of them ‘good’

And yet was that not my life?

Lately I miss you more

Mum and Dad

As I descend into economic deprivation

I feel how it was for you to struggle so

Coming out of both

Depression and war

What is it we the descendants have learned?

When I go to the park

I watch how freely the birds fly

Their spirits know nothing at all of depression

On a wintery day

They live completely present

Catching and soaring on the waves of air

Rising up

Beneath their powerful wings

So like them I seek the light

As my soul reminds me

Not to let this wave take me down

And poison the way I see the world

At times dying a littele

Is a very necessary stage

Designed to move us towards

And embrace

A new and more vibrant

Earthly phase