Autumnal Thoughts

The leaves lined with veins of seasons past

Will shake lightly and commiserate, for they hold the heavy knowledge

That their colors will dwindle and they will soon sweep through howling winds.

The sturdy, thick-barked tree is then left exposed.

Just as its shades were bursting with vibrancy, just as the air grew crisp,

It was left barren.

Does it perish? Or does it rest assured knowing growth is soon to follow?

It is known that it shall thrive again.

In times of strife, conjure up this image and ask:

Do I perish? Or do I rest assured knowing growth is soon to follow?

The decision is yours.

Next Steps

Curiosity pricks my sides and demands to be noticed

as if the sands of time are displayed nearby, heckling me with every grain.

Instead of vibrating in a state of paralysis due to fear of one of these jabs,

I let them sink in.

Long gone are the days of potent feeling laced with doubt.

These passion-infused thorns are the seeds of change; the seeds of growth.

To fear them would be foolish.

I don’t always tend to have an answer when they appear, which is often,

But I always show them respect.

 

My Own

The lines I drew were never quite clear,

I always attempted to trace,

It wasn’t until I gave up hope

That I arrived in the right place.

 

See, I had tried so hard to replicate

All I had seen before

Unaware of how that idea shrunk me

And kept me from opening the right doors.

 

I stand before this corridor of passageways

Still unsure which one to choose,

However, I know not to follow another

For I have nothing to lose.

 

Thank You

I hear you murmuring

at the most unexpected of times

riddling my mind with humor

and assuring me that it’s fine.

I don’t get caught up anymore

I’m not lost on my own

I am learning day by day

through what I have been shown.

Thank you for your counsel

For the lessons and strain

I trust in this process

And won’t use what I’ve learned

In Vain.

Ghosts

I have accepted this apparition

That seems to have made a home in and around me.

It was once more of a poltergeist,

Quick, clumsy, rude, and powerful

Beyond belief.

No longer terrified, I look to it

As more of a friend, a confidant.

I share my secrets,

I welcome it in,

I stare it in the eyes,

well-knowing it will not win.