She just couldn’t believe
It was almost over
Summer became fall
And all the things she had hoped to do
She never had the chance
It seemed like everytime
She thought she might
The opportunity passed
So summer became fall
And she hadn’t swam at all
Or took the day
To treasure hunt
In flea markets and vintage shops
She didn’t get to pitch a tent
Or sleep beneath the stars
Margaritas on the beach
Weren’t on the list of things she did
As summer became fall
Instead she travelled
Down a familiar road
Into the depths of her own soul
She dreamed and she wrote
Gave the touch she longed to receive
She stood naked and alone
And made her peace
With the reflection she called her own
She discovered truth and strength
A courage she hadn’t always known
As summer became fall
She stopped expecting to be known
To be understood or seen
And realized that was going to be just fine anyway
It took too much time
Too much effort
And way too much insight
As summer became fall
So she looked wistfully
At her journal
With all the things she had planned
Marked “Summer of 18”
And crossed it out with red
She vowed to be ready
Her body and her soul
So that when spring became summer 2019
She’ll be more than ready
And all the pit-up chaos
The desires and plans
The moonlight strolls
Dark brown skin and turquoise bikinis
Margaritas on the beach
Camping by the streams
Card games and cook outs
On a patio
Will finally come true
The next time
Summer became fall
Jeanna' Soul 