Tuesday, February 23, 2010



I am adrift, untethered
and I don't know how long
I can float.
I've been set free
like a balloon from a careless
child's hand.
The wind grabs at me
but takes me nowhere.
When your broken, alone
you can only crawl back
to your wounded heart.

1 comment:

  1. By far, the most beautiful thing you have written to date. I keep reading it over and over. It's wonderful.