I’ve known this season.
Danced with dying dreams.
Watched bits of myself float away.
Sometimes I tried to hold on. Other times I watched those pieces fly from me in the autumn breeze.
Both were painful.
Both left me bare and vulnerable.
Yet I’ve survived. Grown stronger.
I don’t always change in my own time.
It could be another’s clock that ticks and clicks at me.
In crisp air, I show my true colors.
What are they? What will the world think of them?
I wait, worry, wonder…
But the oak, anticipating winter, knows she will become more beautiful as she lets go.
Here is my attempt at #writephoto, a weekly writing prompt for poetry/flash/short stories hosted by Sue Vincent
Lemon Shark Reef 