Changes
Falling leaves drop to the ground,
Golden embers of glowing red, orange and yellow
The winds of change blow gently
Carrying each separate leaf away from the tree
Plucked from its branches, its root of life
Carried away only to shrivel and crumble to dust
In the cold winds that swirl around.
The changing of the seasons, they say…
The fallen autumn leaves like my past
Crumpled forgotten dust drifting
Through the winds that blow in my mind
Cold, hibernated, hidden in a harsh bitter world
As I struggle to hold myself together
Through the painful journey of my recovery
Trying to reclaim the very essence of myself
Changes again...
A different change
Not cold, not bitter, not sad,
But warm and comforting
The sun comes out from behind the clouds
To shine brightness upon everything
Dissipating the darkness, the hurt, the pain
New buds appear on the trees
Flowers sprout up out of the earth
To peep out at their new surroundings
Fresh grass growth covers the ground
A rebirth of sorts
Changes bringing forth new life
New hope and new dreams
A change for the better
Changing me…
PolarB © 2008
