The Fallen Leaf Poem by Afnan Elmhlawy

'soon i am going to fall', said the leaf.
The wind for sure will carry me off but where will i end?
Am i just going to wither, to fade away and forgotten for ever as if i was never part of this huge beautiful home?
Will i be ashes to start a new fire that can bring warmth and love?
Will i be buried to start a new life of a new leaf to be green and full of life?
Or will i be stepped over harshly by a passerby ignoring that little as i am, i have a beating heart?
Why was i born? A question i ask but I'm deeply sure i know why, it is definitely to be needed and in need of warm welcoming hearts.

I have to go, a journey to behold, to know whether i am fit for life or i am too fragile to begin.
I have to witness my weakness before I am able to discover my brave daring heart.
Weak, i know, but what is the benefit of strength if never i am able to be true to myself and my heart.
Letting go is hard but what is the value of holding to a mirage.
Farewall my home and beloved hearts, i am going to be gone but never forgotten as we all have hidden warmth only shown to those faithful who only try to open the doors of our withered souls.