Writing is my passion. Within writing, I especially find a love for writing poetry. It is the kind of love that consumes me. When feelings make their appearance, I write poetry. If I have an idea or a thought, all I want to do is drop everything and write. So, that is what this is. A thought, a feeling, an emotion, a love for poetry. This is me consumed by words and putting them onto a piece of paper, into a free verse poem.
She began to fall with the leaves
Fading from a beautiful auburn to bare limbs
Crumbling before her thoughts could reach the ground
She stood by the flames hoping to forget the cold
It doesn't snow where she is from but the wind is chilling
Consuming the warmth that she once felt
Her mind has become darker than the winter night
Her thoughts more dreadful than the winter gloom
Who she once was has become a memory distant with the fall leaves
She never asked for winter to embrace her
It is colder than she remembers
Color fades back in as she is faded out
Hoping to bloom with the beauty of new dandelions
The ice of winter is a blade that leaves her with new scars
But the hope of new life brings a soul that has been lost to the surface
She waits for new life to meet her in the darkness
It always does when the flowers begin to bloom
She admires the sun as it blinds her
She picks the flowers that did not pick her
The voice of the wind has blown into the mind of another
She sits amongst the green forgetting
She is happy here, For once
Happy to be introduced to new color
But she knows it is only temporary
She began to fall with the leaves
Fading from a beautiful auburn to bare limbs
Crumbling before her thoughts could reach the ground
She stood by the flames hoping to forget the cold