The time in our lives cannot rewind for a reason,
Just as each day passes, so does each season.
We are born with hope and comfort of the growth to come,
And with each spring it revives our flowers to blossom.
We come to a point where we dwell in our unnoticed beauty, whether bold or meek,
And with summer we know that the beauty of the world we rest on has hit it’s peak.
Then we fall, slowly and graciously as a leaf to prove we all have flaws,
But Autumn shows us that even withering colors can leave us in awe.
As we crack and come to our lowest point,
where life has seemed to slowly wither away,
Even winters frigid darkness, leaves us waiting for a brighter day.
Although we can’t rewind, and we can’t undo,
We grow, and learn that just as each season, we can always renew.
We were created to change and grow from pain, we can only feel.
And like the beauty in each season, we can slowly but surely heal.
Todays poem competition entry was written by AmaraH.
Do you think it could possibly be one of the best new poems of 2014?