There are parts of me trailing outside of my edges
Trodden on and tugged on and trapped and taken.
As I draw my essence back to the centre of what is truly me
Those dead leaves can fall in a blaze of glory.
Brittle branches can break away in the hands that grasp them.
I can prune the excess and sacrifice the weaker parts.
Let it all fall away with the Autumn wind
To revitalise my roots.
Stay close to the ground that feeds me.
Make the most of the light that shines on me.
Drink deeply of the water that is life.
Embrace the magic of the coming dark.
Stand naked and grounded in the storm.
Go within and build beautiful new creations for the spring.