Autumn (Change)

Autumn

An introverted poet

Often it is an inanimate life

Filled with avoidance

Loneliness

Introspection

Questions

Doubts

People seem more like interruptions

Than the gifts they truly are

I can sit all night and wish upon a star

Yet if there is no one else to share it with

What does it ever really matter?

But reaching out is so hazardous

So much energy

So much risk

So much potential for pain

So much potential for love

I’ve reached the point of my abyss

Where I must choose to take the risks

Even if it is moment by moment by moment

Lots of slips and falls

Lots of angry retribution

Lots of cursing others

Much more of cursing myself

Yet I must get up again

Looking up toward the sunlight

I must not walk along the river

But through it

In it

Going along until it runs over my head

I pick up my feet and let it carry me instead

Of constantly fighting to keep my balance

Every step is a choice

Every choice is a step

I’m not sure why I’ve even chosen this direction

Other than deep within me my being cries out for me to

There must be something worthwhile at the end of this

Or maybe the treasure is scattered all along the route

With this thought my heart has a quiet shout

That is the first I’ve felt since my childhood

I must pursue the beauty, I must pursue the good

All while the good pursues me

I see the changing tree

10/7/17