misdirection

i am falling

like the swatches
on a tree
that just heard news
it is autumn

in admittance of fears
comes vulnerability

certainty,
your validation
of my open heart,
is scarce

will you see my fears
as items to be:

' ' fragile, handle with care ' '

it is all a web
of misdirection

my hope for happiness
does not rest with you

nor does yours with me

nor either of ours in anything of this world,
which will wilt like autumn swatches

my hope for happiness
rests in God.