Transition

I’m here

Standing amongst other trees

Their Autumn leaves gracefully fell

At just the right time

Anticipation I’ve been preparing for

They are free of entanglements

Swaying bare 

I’m still here

Holding out for burning red

Whispering Winter came early this year

A cold bite to my transition

I’m left burnt 

But I’m still here

Stunted

Do you see these vines?

They showed up some time ago

Wrapping themselves around me

Gripping my limbs

Choking my growth

Yet, I’m still here

This essay was inspired in response to a monthly theme (Transition) from Illuminate, a writing community from the Kindred Voice.

Read more stories on Work from other Illuminate members.

The Next Season by Christine Carpenter
All Aboard the Transition Train by Mia Sutton