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Growing Pains

It is the time that my skin begins to lose color as the leaves fall beneath my feet,
Spending their whole existence absorbing light to be dried and crushed and dismissed
Not appealing anymore
I can�t decide if purpose is lost when ineffectiveness begins or when everyone else says so
I�ve never been one to invest in myself
If I was a tree those dead leaves would still cling to my branches prohibiting new things to grow
Draining energy clutching on to the past
I planted a pear tree in the yard of my childhood home
I think about how many things I�ve left behind how many places my strands of hair have shed
My belongings left, my unsteady personality doing the best with what she knew
With what she could bare, wanting so badly to become purposeful waiting for validation that I myself could not spare
This fall will drain my color, this winter will take my leaves, in spring there will be growing pains, but I�ve spent far too long rotting under feet