Autumn.
They say it’s the season of showing us how beautiful it is to let go.
But for me, it reminds me how painful it can be.
Autumn is the season my sister died.
Nothing about letting her go was beautiful.
The smell in the air brings me back to that cold October morning.
I couldn’t see the beauty in autumn after that.
The trees shedding their leaves felt bleak and lifeless.
A reminder of death everywhere.
But here I am, a decade later.
Standing before the very same trees.
I can still feel the scar in my heart.
So big it almost covers it entirely.
But it keeps on beating.
It keeps on growing.
With every leaf falling, I finally see beauty again.
I see it all around me.
Art Therapy with Kimberly 