Encircled
Leaves lie below the shallow pool
Rippled water engulfs them
They are still
At the bottom
Of their own ocean
Touching the pavement
Longing to breathe and rattle in the force of the wind
To be where they were designed to be
To be taken home again.
I am a leaf at the bottom of a shallow pool
I touch his face
Awakened
From a cold sweat dream
I touch this earth
My hands reached out
Attempting blindly to feel and figure it out
Fragile and small I become
Each day beneath these waters
Submerged by the dark wave of outside forces
Controlled by predestined courses
I stand but my knees feel numb
I weep
But my tears fall soft
I long to hold what I was destined to hold
To be taken home.
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