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
Copyright © Alesia Leach | Year Posted 2025
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