And the leaf floated gracefully down, “Goodbye attachment"
Must I love the entire tree
Must I love the fall
Must I love the withering of my spirit
She is disastrous
leaving me numb
a zombie
Stealing my dignity and burying me in this abyss
Thinking the absolute worst
to prepare me for the possibility of a hopeless future
Not just darkness
she is disastrous
robbing me of my spirit
of my soul
She is pathetic
I now know her secret mask
No longer must I stand by her and listen
I am not going quietly watch her steal
my future
Think Joan
the anticipation of the future
does not mean that the leaf is going into the abyss
but
possibly
into a thriving garden
providing
nourishment for our Spring
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