Fire

 Poem written April 21st

Something beautiful happens

When the leaves are dying.

Something yellow 

And orange

And red

Like the flames inside my heart.

And I wonder

At how I have transformed

Into a new kind of beautiful

As I age and change too.

It's not about my eyes

Anymore

Or about the curve of my stomach.

It's about the fire.

The love

That I refuse to give up on.