by Julie Ackerson

In the fall I feel so small.
Confused, mistaken,
unable to stand tall
until the summer's taken.

The green will turn to auburn.
The water will turn to snow.
But there's a place where I'll remember
The way I need to go.

Simply Seasonal

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Ever since I was a little girl, I have wanted to be a writer. I have always loved the thought that my words matter. I have always loved the idea of writing what I could never say out loud. I was shy, I was sad, and worst of all, I knew it. My notebooks were my prized possession. Each one had it's own personality and when I needed a friend, I knew that I would always have one. Over time, and as technology evolved, those notebooks turned into files and those files turned into folders and then I realized that the internet existed. I could not only write whatever I wanted, but I could share it with the world. I could do anything; I could be anyone. And that's how I turned my dreams, into reality. My name is Julie, and this is my dream.

Last updated October 29, 2015