Pressing against my skin,
Closing the gap between me and nature,
As if it had ne’er been,
Then it pushed right through my physical self,
Showed me my fears and hopes,
How the first kept me clear of the last,
Then it untangled the intricate ropes,
It carried me in a cradle of air,
The fear enveloped me,
I wanted so much to succumb once more,
To find security,
But I refrained,
Still, hope I have not found,
Until the wind puts me back on my feet,
A vague sense of purpose will be my ground.
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