Poetry (words)

Falling loose. 

There is a light that shines this way sometimes. I feel it move over the darkened room, guiding, searching. It fills me with wonder and lust. It’s a memory of a dream somehow, something I lost, something that slipped away.A dream that although I’m no longer tethered to, it will always belong by my side.

Were I a wing it would be the feather falling loose. 
Half lost half free….but still a part of me. 

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