Receiving

For so long, I lurked on the outside of human experience

Observing but never stepping inside, a bystander looking in

So afraid the good would never last, I could not welcome its light

Without the fear of losing joy before it even materialized.

Now, after a slow recovery from the depths of self-deprivation,

Whether an act of rebellion or a desperate race with time,

My gaze is lingering on the magnificence of late summer evenings

When the sun drenches the trees with golden, encompassing light

Autumn so close, I can sense it in the air in cooler undertones

Apples speckled through the orchards where I love to wander

Sunflowers bobbing along a background of mountains and blue sky,

And I feel it, in small waves, this awakening of heart and soul

A beckoning call to enjoy the moments so fleeting, so small,

Before they fade into melancholy over what could have been.

Published by Quietest Poet

Writer, mother, counselor, flower gardener, recipe seeker, and Netflix lover.

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