Floating On Ice
Washed up at sea,
It’s hard to breathe,
It’s hard to think,
Mouth filled with salt,
I can’t speak,
I struggle but remain weak,
The sun in my eyes,
I survived
I’m alive,
Air sweeps through my hair,
Sand against my bare skin,
Gasps for air from within,
On my back at last,
I choke up a laugh,
Finally escaping the past,
I belong in the crash,
My limbs are limp,
My heart is ready,
Bring on the everlasting,
Bring on my passions,
My dreams and fears,
All those things I’m afraid to hold dear,
I’m here to live,
And to love life,
Easing my way into a sigh,
Cold water rushes past,
I’m pulled back to sea,
Directionless, Anxious. Free.
Copyright © Jennifer Walker | Year Posted 2009
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