Drifting

I’m drifting , ever so swiftly away

Like a feather in the wind

Effortlessly becoming part of yesterday

Being swept from the present

Being embraced by tomorrow 

Being drained of my essence

And refilled with only sorrow

My fears they travel with me

Such a burden they’ve become

What I once thought as few

Has rose to many more than one

Every ever lasting moment 

Haunts the hallways of my mind

And instead of admitting defeat

With tears in my eyes I say I’m fine

As I float the wind course changes 

First going slow , then moving fast

Inside my chest my heart beat rages 

I can’t seem to escape my past 

And though I’m but just a feather traveling amongst a gust of wind

I can’t help but still feel hopeful that one day a bird I will emerge as once again.

◄ Myself

Grief ►

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