The Life of an Audacious Teenager

To Fall

       The leaves from the tree glide through the air before gently landing on the broken pavement. As I sit on the run down curb, I watch as a few more leaves follow, breaking from the tree's branches. I let the thought of trying to break free from my own branches consume my mind to the point where all I can think about is being stuck and going no where. I'm not falling or gliding or breaking free. I'm attached to this branch and all I can do is watch as the leaves change and fall. Stuck. The leaves dripping from the tree are no longer peaceful and beautiful but instead are a lonely reminder of who I am. I wish for nothing but to be able to smoothly slice through the air before landing on the cold concrete. But instead I cannot fall. Instead I watch others start their journey while I'm stuck.