Really depends I suppose on choice,

do I experience a level of concern,

one that describes my anxiety,

my identity in the throes of change.

I honestly understand the purpose.

We sometimes aren’t promised a soul

when finding our peace in our lives.

We sometimes need to forge forward,

and let critiques live their lives aside.

Today I’m watching the leaves turn,

a brilliant sunlight accentuates the wood.

It is symbolic in all of its splendor,

treating us with a layer of peace,

in that essence of a season’s change.

So grasp onto that external beauty,

and let it treat our own inner peace.