Changes

I could speak of crisp mornings
And coloured leaves
Of seasons changing
And autumn wreaths

I could speak of cold winds
And gossamer
Of rain caressing my skin
And barren tree-trunks columnar

But I want to sing a song to you instead
A song you might not have heard quite yet
It may have hummed in the back of your head
But not clearly enough to for you to get

It’s a song of freedom
A song of letting go
Do like the trees
Embrace autumn’s flow

Shed what doesn’t serve you
habits, shame, guilt, foes
Forgive yourself
For whatever your woes

Forgive the perpetrator
For their weak soul
Forgive circumstance
For lessons outwith your control

Understand that life
Is a myriad of shards
The sharp edges
Can sometimes pierce your heart

But shards also have
Smooth surfaces–more so
And reflect who you are
Your soul and your turso

Embrace all the wrinkles
The pimples the scars
Embrace all your light
Your love and your wars

You have fought well
But now stop and breathe
And let your sword fall
Take a break and retrieve

The dark time’s a coming
The long nights dark and smooth
Look into the mirror
And see your own truth

Take time out for healing
Take time out for joy
Take time out for self-care
You are in your own employ