Noah Falke

Autumn shows us how beautiful it is to let things go.

‘August returns again, and I am still dreaming of being pulled into the fire. Life once held me softly in its palm, now I am a memory. Summer will vanish too soon and I will be left alone again. I understand the wait and I understand the want. I even understand the burn that comes with autumn. Little by little I am learning to hold onto this life that won’t hold on to me. Tell me about your dreams and i will tell you about mine: how I could swear you were there, but you weren’t. You buried something, lingering inside me that burns and aches. So I carry on, loving what I can’t hold, singing the song of sorrow.’

“I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.”

“I thought I had healed. I had left all the words behind and now, maybe I need them more than ever. New wounds have formed. No one talks about what trauma looks like opening on top of trauma- it is a violent, painful thing. It leaves you whimpering, crawling, and confused. I can’t make it pretty. I can’t even write it yet. But times are dark again, so I’ve picked the pen back up.”