How Can It Be... Poem by Junepaulette GasrelTibbetts

How can it be?
That it is in the springtime
Of ones' life-
So much seems easy,
So much seems right...
How we squander the time away.
Chasing dreams, like cats' chase leaves...
How can it be-
So quickly comes the night?
That soon all dreams,
Are seen without the light.
The light that guided
Your heart once there.
To dream,
And then believe all would be right.
The heart now empty.
The dreams, harder to recall.
The battles once fought
matter none at all...
The embers
that carried...
A dream from the heart-
Can't penetrate darkness
Can't warm the death, in a soul...
How can it be-
That not too long ago-
We danced and ran free.
We dreamed not of heartache,
But of all possibilities.
We never thought defeat,
was in our vocabulary...
How can it be- we mumble...
As we brave insanities...
Our days,
Now enter winter.
And our 'spring' just frozen there.
Like the icicles on drainpipes,
like the tears
we never meant to shed...
How can it be?