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I hate pretending that
I am something that I
am not, but I did by mistake
it just came out wrong, I suppose,
but at the same time,
it came out so naturally
it was so beautiful,
so peaceful and calm
that I felt as if the wind could
blow me away and reap me apart
and I would still love it as it was.

 

I professed that I was her
with her autumn leaves on a cold October
I took her name and made it my own
so much that it hurt me
to see the leaves fall and hear the branches of the tree bend and break unwilling
it was not their fault,
that they had to fall and wither in such a way
no, it was not their fault
Fall should be the one to blame
for she wanted to die beautifully and show that she was not afraid
I blame the Fall
but I have also been blaming winter
for he was selfish and wanted me
for himself
he could not stand seeing me with someone else

 

when spring with his complex complexion of being warm and then cold
and summer with his burning rage came
to tell me that I was not her
I was in denial
I couldn’t see how I was not her
for I loved them all and their “flaws”.

 

 

-personal hiking day reference-

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  1. Another exceptional write. Use of seasons is pretty much masterful here. I’m digging your style. Thank you so much for sharing.

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