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

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