Letting go

I grew up and noticed that I was

like those apples on a tree

grasping so closely to the branches
in the middle of winter,

afraid to let go and be on their own.

Also, I noticed how those apples
slowly rotted away with the snow

becoming wrinkly, ugly and old

until no one wanted them anymore.

Before it's too late for me to fall,

I decided to let go. 

Reviews

[Stanley Wilson]

great work beautiful

[dunnia]

wow that was amazing love the last two lines..perfectly written :)

[Riley]

And that's where all the brief, glorious living takes place...

I like this soulful little poem :-)

[Dr. Wood ?]

a leap of faith.....