Freedom of Falling Leafs

I can't help but notice this time of year. The autumn equinox is almost upon us. I noticed the other day the swirling of the leafs in the wind. Almost magical. Like dancing.

I don't feel that now, but that doesn't mean I don't want it. I want that freedom. I crave for it like a forgotten lover. I love to dance so much, that I dream of nothing else. At times like this I miss it. But moving, even a little has become a chore. I work hard to be in the moment and pain free. Some of the cause is a feeling of giving up, and giving in to the pain that captures me, torments me.

Like the leafs, greening out, waiting at the chance to dance again, I wait. There is hope in my recovery. Always a fighting chance to dance and be free.

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