Finding the strength to try and move forwards when all odds seems to be wagered against you can really put you to the test. At the best of times life can throw the most unexpected curveball,and I am not saying that it is all bad, I am simply saying that there is a whole lot of uncertainty in life.

I always try to make the most of what I am given, however today I guess I simply need to vent. The past few years have been exceptionally hard on me, recently I have been trying to recover the farm from the seven year draught that we had just endured,placing an extreme amount of hope that the annual rain season would yield enough rainfall to sustain a successful agricultural year ahead.

However now as we step into our rain season, and I just started re-establishing gardens and orchards, the unexpected happened, we received flood warnings.

It was really hard for me to look at everything that has been lost time and time again over the last few years and still gather the strength to start over, but just the thought of everything going to ruins again, now that threw me back quite a bit. It honestly feels that every time that something like this happens, that you don't only loose in a physical sense, or even a part of motivation and strength to start over, it also feels that you end up loosing a little part of everything you once were.

After a while it starts getting just that little bit harder to see the beauty in life, a little bit harder to smile, and just that much harder to find a sense of happiness in your surroundings.

And here is the thing, I am not even writing this simple to vent, I am writing this, because I know that we all have our own struggles, and I know that it is hard to fight your battles alone, and if anyone out there is reading this that might be going through a tough patch, I can only hope that this serves in some way shape or form as a source of inspiration. Be it through the simple gesture of association, or simply the fact that you are not alone in your troubles.

Earlier today, I wrote an open poetic piece, that veers off slightly from structured poetry. Writing has always been a form of medicine for myself, and in this piece I shifted the rhyme patterns and rhythm of the piece in order to bring the focus of instability and uncertainty of the situation to the foreground. This piece relates to myself, fighting to recognise parts of myself that feel lost at the moment.

Child of All Seasons