.
gasping for air under the sea
my breath just keeps running out
an unsealed balloon let go then shouts
lands limp and lifeless, run aground
well of water now run so dry
hardened, unable to soak up a drop
from rain, mist, or heart wrenching pain
rolls away, runs away, just can't stop
scrounging for crumbs to feed this thing
a hunger that just keeps crying out
foraging forests and breaking off limbs
maybe it's time to stop and sit this out
starving this fever to nourish my soul
when drawing in breath lets the living begin
stowing safe in this canopy's green
til the ground is ready to thirst again
I have certainly lost more than I've won, but I know that what matters most is not the grounding, falling or breaking- but the intoxication of the journey and the learning. You are loved. You are.
.
You are.
ReplyDeleteI don´t know what it means to have lost more than I´ve won, but maybe someday I will. I´ll treasure the wisdom you shared.
;)