When autumn came so did the problems.
As the dead leaves loosen from the autumn branches so did I.
Wondering why I cry,
While everyone around me blossoms.
To once standing as green as a pure leaf in spring,
To becoming a black broken stalk.
Wishing to go back to the play ground swings,
While looking at my hands full of chalk
So many losses,
Should I be cautions?
When autumn came again so did the faith;
No longer afraid.
Walking in the holy place I hear clarity.
The voices of angles call upon my name,
I finally found my therapy.
This version of myself will remain.
When Autumn came so did I.