Adrift in the breeze
with no place to land,
uncertain of what or who I am.
Holding my breath
I try hard to shake
this nameless feeling,
a heavy weight.
A wanting, a needing,
an aching pain
heavy but hollow,
what is this thing?
Thick gray mist shields
the morning light
hovering low,
blocking my sight.
It draws me near
then pulls me in,
holding me prisoner
in this place again.
Hours inch past me unaware.
Lost in my thoughts
I wonder where
to look, to search,
to find me.
Betrayed by life,
so I want to flee.
From where I stand
I can almost see
the triumphant victor
I'd planned to be.
Then I hold real still
and breathe again
And see my direction
in the power of my pen.
-Michelle Stradford 2018
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PoetryGrowth, empowerment and resilience expressed through poetry, prose and musings. I hope that you enjoy my first collection of my interpretation of this wonderful thing we call life.
