The 24th of September

The whistle was blown; the race began
A sunrise on a crisp autumn day; a new beginning
Love was a waterfall crashing down; the story of my life
A longing from the bottom of my soul; unwanted comfort
I was left behind; wasteful

The dream took me home; wellness took hold
Gravity held me to the earth; the magic came from my soul
It was not time to release my power; the only gift I had left to give
Grew roots to the earth; took up space without shame
I was left behind; grateful