Beautiful

The leaves steadily change:

Red to orange to yellow.

The colors match me:

Always changing.

Today is a good day:

No stress, no worry.

Tomorrow could be the opposite:

Regret and anger.

I have realized that I am running out of time.

Sure, there's college in a few years.

Then a husband and maybe a family to look forward to.

But then what?

I don't want to live in this box anymore.

The leaves grow brown,

budding death and sorrow.

The air becomes thick,

coated with ice and fears. 

Maybe if I were to go somewhere new:

Exciting.

I'd experience something,

anything.

If I could be extraordinary, 

I would.

Alas, I am me.

And I am ordinary.

If I walked on the beach for hours,

thinking thinking thinking,

could I find myself?

If I stared at the reflection of who I am,

repeating my hopes and dreams,

could I find them?

A single petal falls to my lap, 

simple and efficient.

Looking up, I see beauty,

living perfection.

If I could see myself as I should,

I would see the inner me.

I would see beauty. 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A lot of wisdom in the poem. I have walks many coastlines trying to figure my life out. The logic of the poem is true. We must know happiness from the inside out. Can't make everyone happy. You need to be content. I like the part about living out of the box. When you are young. You must sing, dance and celebrate being alive. Age make dreams fade away. Be young as long as you can. A excellent poem. Thank you.
Coyote

[Anicca]

Another very wonderful piece. I have two favourite lines. The first is 'I don't want to live in this box anymore' - I feel like that too, you really aren't alone. The second favourite line is 'If I could be extroardinary, I would' - the way it stood alone as a stanza was perfect. I think normality is something that most people strive for. You and me and other 'writer types', we are different, we want to push everything that little bit further and thats brilliant. Thanks again for sharing.