Debra Squyres Poet Free verse

Story Leaves

Much like the autumn leaves
 falling from the trees
 Our stories, once shared, 
 become a release…

Slipping from the binders
 of our burdens and grief
 Collecting on 
 the hallowed ground
 of friendship’s ear,
 making them much lighter 
 when they re-appear

 For with the telling
 comes the dispelling
 of bottled sorrow
 The elixir holding
 a lighter scent
 when re-inhaled

 Our story leaves
 become the beginning
 of renewing;
 rejuvenating the soil
 of our souls
 allowing Spring 
 to once again
 awaken in our spirit

© Debra Squyres

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Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser March 21, 2015 at 2:58 AM I like how you use the leaves as a metaphor for memories.. :)! Awesome! //olive eloisa

Robert Johnson March 20, 2015 at 8:38 PM I'll never look at a leaf the same again. So many stories. Like the sands through the hour glass. So are the days of our lives. :) I'm sorry, I couldn't resist. Peace. :) Have a great weekend Debra.

Constance La France March 20, 2015 at 8:09 AM Debra, this poem is a beautiful written 7 and the words and lines really speak to my heart and soul as my poetry is where I empty my "bottled sorrow" and thanks for visiting my poem, oh time . . .