A. Roxanne McLeod
Drifting on an ocean of emotion.
Rocking back and forth on waves of lack
Fear cradles my chest and tries its best
To hold me down and by I'm sold.
Tears threaten to fall, when you install
Your presence, even though it makes me happy in essence
Still I long for more, yet I'm afraid of more.
This is new; it's not like the bliss
I felt the last time; this isn't like the past.
I don't understand, and maybe I won't.
It's growing inside me, longing to be free.
Like a new life, waiting for its day.
Unsure of it all, I'm waiting for the fall.
It's like I'm suspended in the air, above a pike.
And I know I'll, land and be defiled.
I'm so scared; fearing is dragging me like an undertow.
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