Seasons

I sank into a picture perfect fantasy

But now,

The memories are flooding back

The habitual reminders

Of why I stopped fighting

Why I slowly loosened my grip

Why

I let go

I clinched my empty fists

And off went the leaf from my branch

It descended in a less elegant manor than I saw in my dreams

But fell just the same

-Saschia

Published by Jayne

Jayne is a writer. On her free time she likes to be with her family hiking outdoors and traveling. New England is her home and place of birth. When asked what she wants to teach the world she replied, "Don't stop searching. Too many times, in my old life, I put my search aside for more 'important matters.' I didn't realize the thing I was searching for held what was most important; my soul purpose." Jayne works daily on improving her craft and at times can get down on herself, but her favorite morning mantra is "It's a new day." and that's what she strives to start with.

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