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


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