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May 2012
Convincing myself
I’m not about to drown
When I feel the waves in my lungs

I’m fighting to fly and I know I’m not falling
But still I cling to paths unnamed

I haven’t found the strength
To admit to the ghosts that memories must fade

Swimming and soaring
And all I want is to let the current
Tear and scare me away

Is there a net at the end of the gentle stream?
Or just whirlwinds of lingering green?

It’s not alright,
It’s not the path I wished I’d chosen
But I bet I’ll find my way
Back someday

Every fracture I gave
Was for the floundering fish
I leave behind
I won’t see them all again

Tides cut and tides bind
Waters tumble and some fish fly
If you don’t make it
A piece of me just might die

Where I’m going I can’t see the sea
Where I’m going
You can’t come with me

For you I jumped my lifeboat
I found happiness
In helping you to safe shores

It’s my turn now
I can’t be your buoy anymore
You wouldn’t reach for me anyway

And all the while
I wish you’d fly
I wish you’d smile
I wish you’d understand
If you fall
So will I

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Liz Anne
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