I wandered in my own denial when those edgy skies hinted way before. Those shoulders I underused, those hands retreated fairly quickly when I wanted to hold them longer, those smiles praising the other, those lips stopped enchanting my name;
I had to let go like shattered dying leaves. I took the fall for being the flawed one sucking the breaths out of me. I kept descending until I reached Nature's lap.
Only to realise all I ever needed was to trust the process. I never knew I'd bloom again after a terrible fall.