Alesia Leach Poet Free verse

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 May 28, 2025 at 5:29 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 May 31, 2025 at 4:40 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 May 11, 2025 at 4:18 PM Oh, how I love this! It reminds me a little of myself. Keep your flight above the sea, poetess. Alesia Leach May 18, 2025 at 12:31 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 March 1, 2025 at 6:33 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.