She

She sits by the window
watching as the leaves scatter...
The trees, their leaves sway as the wind blows them too...
She watches as the cars ride by
and natures small creatures scurry up trees
Squirrels and birds and whatever comes next
As she watches mother nature
let her creations run there course
She thinks to herself about what life has in store
She thinks about her past
about her present and more...
She thinks about how she has so much baggage
She thinks about how one day she'll ride away in a carriage
She thinks about how her mind is a mess
about how much love she carries in her chest
About how her heart is also at arrest
About how she knows she is blessed
She thinks about how she'll get through it all
About trying not to fall
about how fear makes her fail
She's holding her breath
She wont exhale
She is always at suspense
waiting for the new
knowing that she can not help
that she cannot choose
She sits at the window with all of these thoughts
they swim in her head
as her tears drop
She knows that this is temporary
but still she can't stop crying
Yet i speak saying she
when i know... She
is actually me
©iamsatahja