Childish fears and autumn leaves

Childish fears and autumn leaves

You asked me once…

What if autumn takes my heart?

Covers it with leaves

And colors the way it likes?

So I won’t be able to recognize it?

What if I’ll be heartless?

Living, but loving no one,

What if I turn faceless?

Like one of the leaves in the Fall…

No one will know the difference,

Who can tell leaves apart?

They all are nameless,

So will be I…

And I’ll cry with the rain for my heart,

Till autumn returns it cold and numb,

So winter could steal it, again,

Leaving me with empty hands.

But where’s your heart?

Is it in your chest, beating?

Or spring took it?

And summer burned it?

And I had nothing to answer…

© Laura Dambite, 2014.

Where this came from, I don’t know, it’s autumn’s fault… I think… Just remembered how a child asked me such things…

She was afraid that seasons change and her heart’s changing too, that one day she’ll wake and won’t be able to separate lie from truth… that she won’t recognize herself and others won’t tell, what’s wrong with her, when she looks the same, won’t see the change, she’s going through…

Is she me? Is she you? Is she someone we know or knew? I know the answer, so do you…