in the dark forest
she is far above the ground.
she feels the lift and fall of walking
but feels comfortably paralyzed.
beneath her, the shoulders of a man
one who would carry her for miles and years.
when she is weightless,
or heavy with doubt.
he is as unsteady
as a leaf in the wind.
she, like a feather floating,
or on the crest of a round ****** river.
she knows he will fall.
because she is above him,
she will fall further.
it makes no difference.
because the night holds up
all around them.
like great fields of poppies,
or fluffy teddy bears worn from time.
Apr 21, 2010
Apr 21, 2010 at 9:46 AM UTC
in the dark forest
she is far above the ground.
she feels the lift and fall of walking
but feels comfortably paralyzed.
beneath her, the shoulders of a man
one who would carry her for miles and years.
when she is weightless,
or heavy with doubt.
he is as unsteady
as a leaf in the wind.
she, like a feather floating,
or on the crest of a round ****** river.
she knows he will fall.
because she is above him,
she will fall further.
it makes no difference.
because the night holds up
all around them.
like great fields of poppies,
or fluffy teddy bears worn from time.
The Emotional Orphan by JN Varnell / Psychoholik
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Original work at www.emotionalorphan.net.