Walking along a waterside cliff
Feeling the edge between high and low
Remembering the journey of uphill battles
Proud of the distance trekked
Scared of trail yet traveled
Too tired to continue this path
Pause with back to the sea
Look up to the sky
Arms out, ready to fly
Feet bid farewell to the ground beneath
Ultimate trust fall with Fate
How can descending feel so reassuring?
Wind wipes away the tears
Water consumes into calmness
Release all fears and doubts
Who will I become when I surface?
About the Creator
BexNorae
I write whatever my heart sends to my fingertips. Sometimes it doesn't always make sense - but it heal my heart.
After the Storm
After the storm of winter snow there sat a small bear by the name Ted, of course. He loves the snow and likes to roll around in it making all sorts of trails and whatever he has a mind to do. He wondered where all the people are, but in a way, he is hoping that they are all snug in the homes maybe drinking hot chocolate-one of his favorite drinks with mini-marshmallows and eating something homemade for he likes this winter wonderland all to himself to romp and play and maybe even catch some fish down by the river.
By Mark Graham7 days ago in Fiction
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