Finally, perhaps.

I feel like sometimes I'm going to break into a million little pieces and float into the air. I'm going to blow away in the wind, land on a snowy road and blend right into the white. and then I’ll wash away with the rain and the cold, run into the ditches and soak into the grass with the leaves. then when I’m a spectacle watching the world from a lesser angle I will think, I finally have significance..

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

I think you underestimate yourself in
this poem. You are a beautiful woman,
carried by the wind, to him, where you
lie in a bed of bunting and the world
would like to see, but this is private ,
a world that you have created and with
him, alone you look into each other`s eyes
...........the world is all about you .

----- John

[fireblossom]

Another image filled piece. I really enjoyed this. The way you let yourself flow above time and space is great.

[Walk away slow poet]

Like this, gives the reader to see what you see. Enjoyed this