Swan brothers




February 17, 2015

PROMPT: Floating



I am lost in a fizzing drift of thought.

I can feel an unsettling shift and flow,

Letting go I feel faint like an empty shell

Drifting of its own accord,

Not motivated from within.

My solar plexus shifting, twisting and gut ripping,

I am lost in a shift of internal tides.

I raise my head and lift my eyes

Longing to feel calm inside.

It is as if a war is waged within

I wonder when the end begins,

Breath a life force set free.


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