Floating

My first tentative step out onto this stage. Please be merciful if you decide it's worth commenting on.

Floating

 

Floating.

 

That’s what comes to mind

When we’re together.

 

A wave pours over me.

A peaceful kind of nothing,

that puts life on hold for a while.

 

Here,

with my arm around you.

Pressed against my side

like Adam’s missing rib.

 

Right here, life can’t touch me.

I’m not worried, or angry,

or sad, or anything.

 

Just…

 

Nothing…

 

Floating.

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

A wonderful poem...Thank you for penning...:).................

[Esra Osman]

You would not know that you are a new writer from reading this poem! Enjoyed reading this.