by Liam 

The end, is a veil too thin to hide,

The quiet pause before the turning tide.

Life twists, it shifts, it will not stay,

A restless stream carving its way.

Closure? No, it’s all soil and seed,

Life the fertile ground for what you need.

The past, a shadow cast behind,

A fleeting echo of heart and mind.

Don’t cling to those colors that fade and fray,

The light ahead shapes your brighter day.

So bend, transform, and dare to dream,

What you believe in creates the stream.

From what is hidden, new form will rise,

Each end remakes what it implies.

And in its stillness, new beginnings sing,

Let your soul takes flight on a fresh new wing.