I ride the highs
and dive with the lows,
wherever this current
chooses to flow.
I let the water take my hand,
leading me to
its promised land.
I fly further upstream,
as thermals lift me.
Up in the clouds,
watching sunbeams
dance down to the ground.
I don't control the wind,
I'm just a passenger
hitching a ride on the breeze.
My wings just catch
the breath which gently weaves
across the green glow
of the patchwork countryside
laced down below.
It takes me where I need to be.
Not necessarily where I want to go,
but it always has its own plans for me,
so, I just go along with the flow.
I shiver through the cold
and sizzle in the heat,
walking on scorching sands
or freezing concrete.
I go wherever
the guiding hands point.
My internal compass
feels the eternal pull
and it guides my feet
to make my life feel full.
I weather storms,
soaking my worn-out shoes,
splashing in the flooded residue.
Oblivious to the water seeping through.
I flail in gale force winds,
in hail I take the hits.
pelted by jagged ice bits.
Sandblasted in sandstorm nights,
under a moon
which wants to cry,
but has witnessed
too much misery in her life,
now her eyes have run dry.
I keep on going,
no choice,
the winds keep blowing.
They set course over the rivers
from source to the sea,
and I'll follow wherever
those waterways are flowing
to be who I need to be.
Thanks for reading
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You can find my New books
"Tales from the 44A" and "Stations
here
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0DBKXPN13/
and here
continue to do this.
Peace, Love & Poetry
Kyle
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