I was waiting for the leaf to fall. Any minute now. The breeze was slowly caressing it, pulling it gently away from its branch. But it held on firmly.
I'm like that stubborn leaf sometimes.
I just don't want to let go of certain habits.
Like the time when I really believed that I was right, and the times when I refused to back down.
There. That's how I'm like the leaf.
Like the time when I really believed that I was right, and the times when I refused to back down.
There. That's how I'm like the leaf.
I know that I'll regret not letting go of my anger, my need to be right all the time.
But there are moments, when blood surges around and over my mind...these emotions consume me.
"C'mon. Let go."
Am talking to myself or to the leaf?
Outside, the morning sky turns dark. The leaf I'd been admiring was whipped by a strong gust and suddenly flew from its branch. Ouch. That looked painful. Then a cool tendril weaves its way into my window and the sad pitter-patter of rain closed my thoughts on that particular reflection.
