Changing Seasons

Her heart was warm and vibrant pumping a selfless type of love

It pumped until its chambers were depleted

a supply unreciprocated will dry up

and like the changing seasons

her personality changed too

unrequited love changed her confidence into insecurity

She couldn’t quite remember when she lost sight of herself

She’s pretty sure it happened when she was pouring so much into others

Somehow they gained vibrancy at her expense as she turned into a less vibrant copy of her former self

Somehow she started to internalize the outward inaction of another and took ownership of issues that didn’t start with her

and they allowed her to because she was to magnificent to behold in all her technicolor majestic-ness

But with her bathed in shades of grey they seemed so much more appealing than they actually were

So they attempted to lull her into accepting the fantasy as a reality

and for a while they were successful

they tied those rose colored glasses to her face with strings of lies, laden with whispers of sweet nothings and orgasmic soul ties

Emotions took control and logic took a back seat

And the color continued to be drained from her

until her insides were as black as a starless night

She lost her zeal and ultimately her appeal and the love leech went scouting for a new host

leaving her to fall freely

and for a while she lay there covered in blackness and feeling buried

until realizing during her fall those glasses and bindings were knocked loose

there was a light in the darkness

as she sprouted from the darkness

she realized she was never buried

she was planted

and as she grew into a new version of herself

her color returned

along with a fierce love of self

the season had changed and

so had she

this was her season

she was back and more vibrant than before

because she realized her moment of weakness and falling

did not define her

her ability

to get back up did.

~micaiah

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Creatively free

I’ve been busy writing and being creative. I finally know how a butterfly feels to be bursting forth from a cocoon and ready to take flight. Something was laying dormant within me and is awakening.

I’m determined to go with this creative flow and not limit myself on where it may take me. Where the mind leads I will follow. As life continues I will glean information and add to the stories already living within my psyche.

As 2018, draws close to it’s end, I feel 2019 is the year of rebirth and of walking in my purpose. The year of flying free.

I’ve lost some special people through death and it’s made me more determined to make the days count and to push full speed ahead.

Sometimes there really is nothing to it, but to do it!

So let’s all do whatever it is and stop standing in our own way!

~micaiah