I'm a leaf floating in the wind
Aimlessly searching for a place to land
Lost in the breeze, cold and confused
What is my purpose? Where do I stand
Do I have a destination? Who am I
Nature is a beast. Life is a journey
I fell off the branch, lost my footing
Trying anything to feel worthy
I'm drowning in the river
Caught in the stream
The current is taking me
Hopefully, to a place to dream
Doubt is a curse that drains my soul
This dried-up leaf needs a mountain to climb
But what is my peak? Have I already reached it?
This can't be the height of my prime
Time to go through a metamorphosis
Shed my skin and my cocoon
Become a butterfly
And fly to the moon
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Sarah Loyd
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This is beautifully expressed. You captured the struggle, the doubt, and the need for renewal so well.