'free Falling'
You never grasp the crux of me
labeling something this when it was actually that
in between it all, the depth of it got lost
instead of floating
I was free falling
unsure if you would be there to catch me
the best part is I felt relieved
even though I had no idea
where I would end up
I just knew sometimes
not knowing maybe exactly what I needed
because with that comes
anxiety,
in that anxiety
my sleeping spirit awakens
there is something new on the horizon
something without control
free falling
just another way to reach my destiny
without a map, in the end I will know
this is home,
exactly where I need to be
©07092012
Copyright © Wilma Neels | Year Posted 2012
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