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Adrift

Unmoored, untethered, adrift.

By Anastasia FountainPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
Adrift
Photo by Girma Nigusse on Unsplash

At night I lay patiently on my bed under the sliver of light streaming through my window, waiting for sleep to take hold. Each night is an adventure, adrift in a sea of memories, fears, dreams, and anxieties; I wait calmly for the next endeavour, ready to navigate the stormy seas of my mind.

My eyelids become heavy and my breathing slows as I sink into a soft, delicate state of sleep. Colours and symbols and faces dance behind my eyelids. My mind soon begins to focus in on the tornado of images, twisting and turning until something forms before my eyes.

I’m sitting in on a giant, dewy leaf floating through the night sky. Huge, marble-coloured clouds swirl around me like giant waves. I am not scared; only curious. Flashes of colourful lightning appear at random in the distance: yellow, red, blue, green, purple, gold. Each colour evokes something within me. A wind picks up and the sky grows darker. My carriage begins to rattle and my heartbeat quickens. Flashes of purple dominate the sky. Fear, anxiety, the unknown.

Before long, a glow appears from behind a pillar of cloud and I am enlightened. Purple fades to blue and green, and I am calm again. Flashes of memories and dreams dance around me like a giant movie screen. I sit back and enjoy the journey from childhood to young adulthood in the blink of an eye, but what feels like forever.

I am lost in a sea of dreams and emotions. Unmoored, untethered, adrift.

surreal poetry

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