It's like watching the seasons.
Just when you get used to everything,
And you create a way to live,
You open your eyes
And the leaves are changing.
Bit by bit, the world falls apart,
And with no control by you, life goes on.
And there you are, exposed by the leaves you trusted.
Where do you go to find a place to hide,
When the leaves of your life fall,
One by every little one.
Some claim to be a warrior.
A fighter for control of their lives,
Strong enough to stand the wind.
The leaves are their shield and armor.
One by every little one falls away.
Author notes
Thank you Autumn for pointing this poem out in my confussion
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