One thing you may not know about me is that for several years I wrote poetry. Looking at it now, I can't even say it was good poetry, though people have liked it (they may have just been humoring me at the time, I can't be sure. LOL) Well, today I got the urge to grab my pen and dabble at bit. Here's what developed:
ADRIFT
Floating, hovering aimlessly
No destination, no anchor to hold me
Drifiting away with nowhere to go
Hazy & dreamlike, doesn't seem real
Like being half asleep but can't wake up
Which way to turn, I don't know
Each step feels heavy
Like walking in mud or on clouds
Don't want to lift my legs
Sleep envelops my soul
I'd rather dream
The effort to move, overwhelming
Keep my eyes closed, afraid to see
Just feel the breeze, but not the pain
Too easy to fade away and forget I existed
The sunshine heats my skin yet hurts my eyes
Head full of thoughts
Longing to be free on the wind
Trapped in my own cage, one I built myself
Locked and bound in a tiny cocoon
Counting down to nothing, no transformation ahead
Just nothingness, sameness, endless cycles
No purpose, no worth, no answers
Moving towards the wall
Blank empty stretches of wall to wall white
No color, no changes, no hope
The urge to spin tempered by the urge to collapse
Again, unable to decide which
My mind screams in confusion
I should be happy with what I have
I should embrace it all
Yet I don't, I can't
I want more, I want less
I want to know what I want
Too much is never enough
And the floating continues...
One day I'll reach the sky
Or crash on the rocks
