Driftwood

the tide pulls, the wind howls but i do not cling to the storm i am driftwood, floating free unburdened by the weight of the waves hands reach, voices call urging me to sink, to fight but i let the current carry me where it wills, where i must go the sky shifts, the water calms storms rage but do not touch my soul for i am not the wind, nor the tide i am only me--floating free

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Justin Bordner

Date: 5/28/2025 5:29:00 PM

Stress is one of the most toxic things in existence. It is quite valuable to know how to avoid or reduce it in your life Alesia...J.A.B.

Alesia Leach
Date: 5/31/2025 4:40:00 PM

Thank you so much, Justin. You’re absolutely right--stress is poison in disguise. Learning to let go, to float rather than fight, has been a hard but healing lesson. I really appreciate your thoughtful words and the calm they bring… just like driftwood finding its way.

Paige Hind

Date: 5/11/2025 4:18:00 PM

Oh, how I love this! It reminds me a little of myself. Keep your flight above the sea, poetess.

Alesia Leach
Date: 5/18/2025 12:31:00 PM

That’s such a beautiful thing to say, Paige--thank you. I’m honored it reminded you of yourself. May we both keep drifting, soaring, and finding beauty in the tides.

Garrett Bass

Date: 3/1/2025 6:33:00 PM

Wonderful poem Alesia! Is freedom anything other than living the way that we want? This poem screams stoicism to me and inspirational. Thank you for sharing.