The Beauty of Being Discarded

Like an upturned leaf lying in a lake,
I know I'm worthless,

a mistake.

No need to weep, "Oh, me. Oh, me,"
or watch me drift slowly to sea. 

To be discarded's to be set free, and
I've been falling, 

openhearted,

since forever, 

a long love letter,

consider me a dear-departed, as
I was ready for the rake.

©2025 | K. F. Hartless

Cover Art: “Fallen Leaf in Water” Alfred Ng

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6 responses to “The Beauty of Being Discarded”

johnlmalone

I love that line: ‘to be discarded’s to be set free’ : A great way of looking at it

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  Thank you, John. I visited a small lake this past weekend and a lone leaf on the surface got me thinking.
  
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  1. johnlmalone
    
    there’s a lot of truth to it ; I think you’re onto something —
    
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Susi Bocks

Oh, never a mistake! But I’ve come to the conclusion there is absolutely no purpose nature as it exists, it just does.

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1. Katie Frances Hartless
  
  I think of nature as a source. It being one of my favorite comfort blankets and all. When I write about nature, it feels wholesome. Somehow. I really appreciate your comments, Susi. Thank you.
  
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  1. Susi Bocks
    
    Nature certainly gives comfort, on that I’ll agree. You’re welcome, Katie!
    
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