First Leaf - Lia Purpura

First Leaf
by Lia Purpura from the new yorker

That yellow
was a falling off,
a fall
for once I saw
coming—
it could
in its stillness
still be turned from,
it was not
yet ferocious,
its hold drew me,
was a shiny switchplate
in the otherwise dark,
rash, ongoing green,
a green so hungry
for light and air that
part gave up,
went alone,
chose to leave,
and by choosing
embellishment
got seen.

When I read this poem, the first thing that came to my mind was a schizoid personality disorder which I wouldn't call a disorder but a life style choice/adjustment. (sometimes forced)Life style choice of ongoing green people who were so hungry for light and air that they give up, go alone and choose to leave. But they somehow end up managing to believe that they have an emotional illness called a schizoid personality disorder. Only if I could make them see that it's the accumulation of their unmet emotional needs that eventually leave them wary and sour "cold and indifferent", not some illness perfunctory people like to use to label anything that they prefer not to understand to save their brain space for whatever petty things they like to worry about.