Leaves Of My Becoming

By Airy Magic

Born as a seed,

Nurtured by love and safety,

I sprouted tender hands..

But soon got covered in the dust of society.

Rules & opinions, claiming their might quietly.

Still, I grew, believing I had to be

Like the leaves..high, rustling, free.

I drank the raindrops of knowledge,

Soaked in the light within.

Swayed in winds of joy,

Stooped in storms when low..

And then, I blossomed.

I longed to be like the tree, strong and bold,

That stood tall and knew how to hold.

But come autumn,

When the sun forgot to visit for long,

I thought I dimmed, faded..no longer strong.

My identity was dying,

But none saw my longing.

Storms came..I surrendered.

The way up to the tree

Was actually the way in.

I fell to the ground, lost and clueless…

But when I fell, I thought I was gone.

The soil embraced me,

turned my fall into becoming.

I wasn’t lost..

I was finding my way back

to where I truly belonged.

By Airy Magic