The leaves are rapidly falling. We sing odes to the summer that has passed and to the present autumn that is flying by. Why must we pass onto winter where not only the weather, but the hearts are also cold?
Bare trees. Bare souls. Bundled bodies but frostbite still reaches to the core of our bones. There are traitors amongst us and perhaps the winter moon to come will shine the light on such treachery.
Unsupportive mentors get no accolades. They can be placed in an empty camper with no songs.
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A lot of angst in your post. I hope your spirit finds renewal by closing away your pain or by having vented it.