Falling
I’m falling,
but I don’t fear,
the ground below,
soft like a sigh.
I let go,
like leaves in autumn,
twirling, dancing,
free in the air.
Each breath a whisper,
a moment in time,
I fall,
just me in the sky.
The world blurs,
colors swirl bright,
lost in the rush,
lost in the night.
It’s a weight in my chest,
a twist in my heart,
in every free moment,
I wait for the start.
As I land with a bump,
I awaken, it seems,
the journey was sweet,
but it was just a dream.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
The hand of God protects you and all. Good job.
Such a beautifully expressive piece! The imagery of falling and embracing the journey, even in a dream, really captures the feeling of letting go and experiencing freedom. Beautifully written!