Friday, August 07, 2009

wild approach

beauty deep within the chasm of light. falling through the darkness. screaming. when a hand reaches out.... and pulls my chord. forgotten. i prepared for this. i packed my chute. air rushing past -- filling my wings. caught. hard. now floating. no longer screaming. only laughing. quietly deep inside my core. I LAUGH. i float effortlessly to the ground and take hold of the hand that reminded me of what was inside.

1 comment:

WELCOME TO MY WORLD OF POETRY: said...

Another excellent write, one experienece I know will never be mine but to those who do this I admore greatly.

Yvonne.