Deciduous. An adjective meaning the shedding of a tree or shrub’s leaves annually. I don’t think trees are the only ones that relinquish parts of themselves yearly. I’m not the same as I was the year before. I can’t tell you if my heart has shrunk or grown, I think it’s a bit of both. It depends on the person I’m thinking about when you ask – my circle isn’t what it used to be either. I still have more rebirths to go through. As much as I hate it, I’ll lose people over time, but there will be better people I gain in their place. My mindset is always changing, with every year I gain new knowledge and cast off ignorance. Sometimes I wish I could be evergreen. I wish I could go through any and all seasons never giving way, just strong and full no matter the circumstances. However, for that to work, I’d have to forfeit the beauty of the color changes autumn brings. I’d have to sacrifice the gratifying feeling and growth that comes with making it through another harsh winter and into the arms of spring. I’d much rather keep things this way. This way, I’m not stagnant. This way, I can always get better.
— Deciduous. // maxwelldpoetry