Funny the difference,
A year makes.
Bittersweet the dullness,
That comes with acceptance.
That which numbs the pain,
Also tempers the spirit.
Do I accept this as defeat;
The end of my journey?
The devotion I long for,
Just out of reach?
Or does the file,
That smooths the pain,
Also sharpen the edge,
To one’s passion?
Will this heart,
So difficult to love,
Remain closed, or,
Long to be seen again?
It’ll be interesting to see,
The difference a year makes.