Words Like Leaves

Words like leaves upon a stream. 

They flow with rhythm and ease -

being helped along by the mid summer breeze. 

But then, the season they erupt and words get caught on every pebble, on every twig. 

They are tossed and tumbled about

Suffixes and prefixes they get confused 

Nouns and verbs and full stops too 

break the flow of the story I thought I knew. 

White is black 

Day is night 

I cry out in frustration - Why must it change? 

But then I stop 

And then l see 

This story is not just about me 

I look at this stream - this stream of life - 

Suddenly I see my words, they are not lost.

I look around,  I look outside  

Outside the boundaries that l had laid

I see the seeds begin to shoot

Seeds of experience breaking through their shell. 
I see the signs of life’s true potential 

A potential now that is with in my reach

A potential I now know with in my soul

because I set my words free upon the stream of life

and opened doors allowing myself to dream.