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Dead Leaves
I watched the leaves in springtime hanging by a thread, faded, brown, withered... unmistakably dead.
Swaying, swirling, surrendering to the direction of the wind -- hanging from a string, appearing fragile
yet deceptively strong.
I wondered why they had not fallen like the others
whose destiny upon the branch had been fulfilled.
Having dutifully served the tree during their time,
they were now expendable attachments stubbornly refusing to relinquish their hold.
A healthy tree
forced to face a new season, burdened, unable to break free of remnants from the past.
The tree and its leaves --
a direct reflection of our lives.
Dead leaves are regret;
dead leaves are mistakes we've made that we cannot change;
dead leaves are fragments
from our past from which
we must break free.
Dash Inspirations by Linda Ellis www.LindaEllis.life
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