Friday, July 1, 2016

The Wind

I was always scared of the wind

It throws me off balance, is loud

And never quit


I’m mostly afraid

That I’ll become light

And that it could carry me off,

Like a balloon


I’d be detached from the earth

Floating slowly up, up

Watching everything become small

Watching to see how far I’ll fall

When I’m…

DROPPED


Just like in my dreams.

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