Disclaimer: This is a poem to the broken, motivator to remind you all every day above ground is a good day, you will face so many challenges in life that won’t be easy ones and you’ll realize you begin to fall and distance yourself away from people burning bridges when you should invite those people with open arms to help you cause if you are going through hell keep going.  

It’s becoming autumn and I fear you’ll fall with the leaves.
I’m not a fan when you get so close to crumbling, blowing away with the wind
& not even gravity can hold you near, you wanna be with the wind so bad ’cause it’s the only thing that keeps you pushing, cascading through the breeze.
I know your real colors.
I know seasons change, and you don’t.
Remember that you fall when you feel it’s time to go.
You haven’t left yet.
You’re the pumpkin that never had to be carved to see its soul.
I see fire in your eyes.
No matter how deep they dig they can’t carve the human out of you, shattered doesn’t mean fragile.
This is a poem for the broken ones who can’t find light through struggle,
the ones who don’t know where their head will lay.
You are a grave yard because your body has never had so much soul,
how many L’s are you allowed to take before you realize you weren’t ready to win and still try.
I know summer isn’t your favorite season.
The sun doesn’t dance on your skin like it used to, but you were born to be a fire in the forest.
A wild fire that started small but burned down everything around you.
Your soil is now more fertile.
Grow.