Falling
SEPTEMBER 24, 2020
Bonnie Dupont
Maybe they’re supposed to be
Rescued from falling to the ground
Honoured for their fight
Guided safely toward some new purpose
They tried to transform and hung on for dear life
But were let go while fiery and bright
Was it a mistake?
Maybe they had more to give
Maybe they were not
Content to settle there
Maybe they were searching for a new life
Maybe they were alone
Unable to see any way out
There is no way home anymore
Only the hope for somewhere new
Maybe the long hot days
And cold bitter winds
Finally shook their core
Maybe they just needed to be loved
And heard
Whether rustling in a breeze
Or moving majestically in the night
But instead
They got raked into a pile
Labelled as waste
Trashed and forgotten
As the cold takes over
The world goes on without them
Looking forward to new spring buds
Praising the strong hearty trees with deep roots
That never break
And never fall
That delicate leaf
Heavy with expectation
Failing to thrive in the chaos of inconsistency and with no stability
Has fallen
Rotted
And blended into the earth