The sound that sweetly calls me.
Beckoning me hither and thither.
It guides me,
With little resistance.
It controls me,
Gently,
But I care not.
I am, as they say,
A leaf, drifting in the wind.
Captured adrift in the sky.
And I love it.
I relish in the freedom it permits.
I fear not, for it is my protector.
Nudging me to safer places.
And I follow.
I relinquish myself into its safe hands.
Molding and mending my tears,
As I am a tattered piece of cloth.
Craving the attention and affection it bathes me in.
It's wispy fingers easing the pain of the past,
Soothing me,
As it controls me.
And I love it.
And I follow,
The sound that sweetly calls me.
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All My Thoughts I Never Shared
PoetryA compilation of all the things I've ever thought or felt, written out. Hopefully, someone reads something they can relate to. And hopefully, it'll brighten their day, or at least make them feel less alone. All the poems you read here were written b...
