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…

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