swallowed by the need to be
wrapped tightly in the vining weeds
trying to steal the breath from me
hanging to hope, like falling leaves
changing to suit the changing tides
pooling like puddles in my eyes
clinging to vapors blowing by
notching my skin, while keeping time
gathering storm clouds, bringing a fire
stirring the birds upon a wire
blowing a breeze meant to inspire
the call to flight and rising higher
beyond the chaos and the confusion
shedding this human disillusion
finding a peaceful resolution
that will clear up this grand illusion
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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This flows beautifully. I really like how it moves from feeling tangled and weighed down to breaking free and finding peace.