The Leaf

I lay there, hopeless and crying. Feeling a draining from my life. It once was so alive and fresh, but the smell of death sinisterly covered it. Choking my soul was the stench. Still, never moving, barley thinking. My thoughts, feelings, life had a new hue to it. Color me sad was the hue.
Wishing for life in happiness was my only hope, my only wish.
I am still laying here, my body starting to feel limp, heavy, lagged and stiff. The French doors open, the cold air in, the worm air out. My heart open, the death in, the life out. The air, that I no longer wanted to hold in my lungs was sharp, cold, but at the sometime comforting.
Brownish yellow leafs tumble in. Gently preforming slow and graceful cartwheels. The leaves, crisp and large from the winters air, fell against my body on the ground.
The ground stone hard. The cracked ground cold, regardless at the time I had been laying here. Feeling the floor push strong against me, my live body, my dead soul. The floor, the only one who understands.
The gust if wind settles a leaf upon the floor that was different from the rest. This one wasn't brown, it was green. A vibrant shade of life, a shade that told that it was new, fresh, and would stay that way. My eyes hurt to see this leaf alive, so alive from the others.
I strongly spoke to the leaf, the only live thing in the room, "how dare you live!" I scorned it. Hoping it would shrivel up and die, I cast it a withering glare.
But all it did was sit, unknowingly mocking my effort to be bold, to fight for my belief to die.
It would not turn brown, it wouldn't even shiver. It would not join the rest of its friend in death, may they be friends or enemies. Then I wanted it off, couldn't stand to have it on me, being alive my hand to brush it off, the more of a struggle it was to do so.
Then, my eyes adverted to the windows, the open French doors. My heart pleaded for the wind responsible for placing the life on me to remove it. Then my voice broke out again, threatening to hurt the wind if it didn't do as I ask.
Nothing happened. The scene outside, the forest view of buildings, houses, smog stood still. Not even a whisper, not a tickle of pink wind dared to move.
Then my body trembled with anger. Shook with stinging tears. I was afraid of what the green leaf would do to life, bring me to hell again.
The leaf didn't move. I didn't move, but only spoked "get off me! You evil symbol of life!"
The leaf stayed.
"Shit!" I jumped up, sudden warm blood moving again. My face turned hot with anger, steaming with the blood returned. My skin, once before chilled from still blood and the cold night air was now reheating, coming back alive, living.
Then I looked down to the floor. The dead leafs upset after being snug against my body.
The life leaf sat among the dead leaves, a speck of life in a ocean of death.
I hated that leaf, wanted to strike out at it, kill it. Then I realized that it had made me get up, start living again.
At the realization, I solemnly wanted the dead leaves slowly turn green, refilling with life. "Oh my....God!" I was awestricken, baffled. I felt that I had witnessed a miracle.
I felt a smile spread on my face, my eyes widen my face expressed happy irregular contractions from what it had been for so long. I felt special, giving the gift of witnessing a miracle.
I fell gravely to my to my knees in front of the buy windows. My heart prayed through my voice"Dear God! You have giving me will to live again!" A lone star twinkles in a shuddering response.
The same wind that had placed the life on me blew again. "Tickling punk wind..."I spoke to it, "thank you."
The view from this scaffold that I never before admired, now had a soul. My soul, she looked upon things in a newer, happier perspective.
I smiled upon the city, and weather it liked it or not, I was going to seize it. I was going to go out and spread my life, in hopes that it would always grow in others' hearts and souls as it did mine.