Ripe
I am so ripe, like the fruits of mid~summer, plump and ready for picking
It is time for my harvest
time to invest in myself, but not the drama of the past,
as I don't need nor want those things that no longer serve me,
and I can't hide there anymore either ...
All the illusions I had built up
to protect myself
from me
are wisping and floating away,
like smoke from a forgotten cigarette, left to burn alone
I kept trying the same old patterns
and kept getting the same results
but now, I see how much I needed to believe those things then
knowing they weren't the truth
Everything serves a purpose,
and everything is ready only when it is ready
like peaches
and apricots
and me...
Copyright J. E. George 2/8/2007
