“Flailing”A Poem by Ysa3rd Poem from my Virtual Poem GalleryI am a woman that lives in between two halves of her life I live with the sky, that can boast varying colors Depending on its whimsy mood It can either be smooth soaring Bouncing and through, the differing shapes of fluffy white Or with turbulence, with pelting icy drops or stone-like pellets And then, there are days where I live with the dark blue depths Sometimes, it only reaches up to my ankles, on a sunny day Other times, it’s a rushing river I struggle within But on most days, I’m trying to stay afloat The empty bottom, fueling my anxiety, as I lose strength and sink My days vary, what I know I’ll stop doing Is hoping help, from those who are both seeing and blind I’ll just allow the storms and curved looming walls crash and thrash me I’ll let be the currents and the wind move me dizzily I’ll just ride with the constant flow, like I horribly usually do. © 2020 YsaAuthor's Note
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