The season of Fall, the falling leaves.

The season of Fall, the falling leaves…

Once I ran away from sadness/heartbreak and I sought escape.

The running man can’t run no-more.

Once fearless man learn, love was vengeance, love would leave you bare and teach you to weep.
Now I see the fainting sun, and regret, faces and places appear in dark dreams.
Old age had recline me into chaos and questions.

Do I forgive myself? Do I forgive the sins done to me in my backward life?
Do wounds stop bleeding? Once I was the drunk poet and now, I am the sober writer who write to paper, maybe seeking solitude?
I have become more Salinger than Hemingway.

But now, my lofty mind seeking proper ending.

The falling leave, the song of Autumn is teaching me.
I must forgive. Reopen bled-out wounds, repair walls of separation.
Am I brave enough?

Love had saved me and regret had slowed me down.

I know now.
Love and hate can’t be held in one heart.

The mind need to learn.

Release the hurt and allow the love in.
The closed doors, if we don’t open.

Will be forever locked.

And we will languished in things,

we should have done and spoke.
Maybe today, I will seek places of regret.

Maybe tears may fall,

maybe I can find forgiveness?

Dancing Coyote