I Feel like I’m Swimming…

From one point to the next

From Disapproving mother…

To Fare Weather Friend

I see for which I search for…

It’s barely out of reach

I fallback upon the floor…

The surface Cold and meek

Passion built with Blindness…

Guesswork all around

Longing to Transform…

Familiarity all around

Is it Peace I seek…

Or Truth

Or Sleep…

Is my Future in the palm of my hands

Or something in between…

PICTURE CREDIT – Lucy West Studios


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