I think of the trees
and I think of leaves
and it reminds me of
leaving.

I look at the flowers
and I think of the hours
that I spent
crying.

I gaze at the clouds
and think of the crowds
who lined up to
judge me.

I walk by the sea
and then I feel free
for one precious
moment.

When this emotion is spent
and this anger is vent
I will be different.
But not before.