So the time for rhyme has climbed through the grime
of despair and clarity has shone through the calamity,
singing and dancing along the streets and the beach
means Summer’s on the way and it’s here to stay, but
a personal war cannot be forgotten, a powerful enemy
slain and put in chains, making every blooming flower
a sweet reminder of a personal victory so fervently fought for.
What a horrible Fall, only to Spring back up after a long hibernation.
All is in order and the horizon has no sign of the sun setting, or letting
the demons of Autumn return to rule so unrighteously.
Frightful were those times, but they have since passed, and although left us weary,
leads me to heavily believe in the fruits of slingshot theory:
Hard times don’t mean the world is done,
couldn’t be further from the truth;
Hard times may hold you back for a time,
Only to spring you forward, into the sky, through the roof.
Rubén Sebastián Muñiz | ∞ 