cloaked in society’s expectations
individuality lies suffocated beneath
conformity’s desire to belong
but Autumn clad in Spring’s garb
plays an unsuited role as bright
colours fade and connections dissolve
until expectations lie discarded
in a carpet of tumbled leaves
and naked truths are bared to a
frost of thoughtless jeers that melt
away into morning mist in the
dawning light of self-acceptance
Sometimes I half write things into WordPress drafts that then get abandoned, incomplete and forgotten. This poem was one of these. I was having a wander through my drafts folder earlier and not only did the wording of the second half of it finally come together, I also realised I had the perfect set of pictures to accompany it. Anyway, here we are now, several years after I wrote the first half of it, and finally ready to share. I hope you like it.
Colette O'Neill... Environmentalist, Author, Publisher, Photographer. Creator of Goddess Permaculture.
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