Wednesday, January 4, 2012

I Am

I Am

I felt the sand,
the dust from the sea obscuring my vision,
the flapping wings overhead, the dizzying view
Time is the movement of sky, a final inhalation
before sinking below

I am the pull, the tug of darkness as you breathe me in
the rest of the world slipping away.
I am the harbor in which you cling,
paralyzed with fear, and you are afraid to let me go

I will not cry out or beg
I am not a choice to be made
I am the horizon in the distance
your solace in the storm of confusion
if only you could see what I see

Angela Minard 2012©


Lydia @ On The Verge said...

This is beautiful.

Eve said...

I agree with Lydia! You are so talented!

Angela said...

You are both so kind, and I thank you.