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…
