Falling Out From Grace

it is just a stage
so temporary

the only probability
when you are
high up in the
pinnacle of your success

then everything falls
like leaves
from a tree at autumn time

do not worry
be hopeful for spring
it is sure to come
it is the completion
of a cycle

breathe and take the coldest air
now it is time to turn off the fire in our hearts
hibernate, rest, and give off all that we have

for when we are completely empty
that the beginning again
for another
fullness...

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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