Voices in my head

The season ends and the air we once grew accustomed is Fresher, Aged -refined.
I inhale only to realize a glimpse of me.
Not wanting to acknowledge the hurt, the pain, the guilt, the disgust.
I move on.
Life happens.
Does it not?

I write renewed.
I write polished.
I write optimistic.
I write emotional.
I write stronger.

A season ends.
A new one begins.
Wow!
Where did all the time transcend?
Did I live in the moment?

The future is unclear.
Anonymous.
Dimmed by the unknown.
How does one remain content and focused without losing eye to the very thing that is important to their existence?
When will I know?
Or do you just know?

I continue to persist.
Carrying all my baggage.
Reality is now.