Poem -
Drift
No words describes losing
Be it a person
Who you loved
Depend on
Be it a job
That funds you
Giving you that name
A game
Which brought fame
Being all that you know
A part of you
That boost your confidence
Gives you pride
Having to drift
C hanging into a mode
One that helps you survive
It would taste strange
Pushing you to the edge
Let go
And grow
Into the new
Refusing death
Accepting breath
Starting a fresh
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“Refusing death
Accepting breathe,” I feel like I do this every morning simply by getting out of bed; beautiful poem; with many meanings I feel; it doesn’t dwell on the negative though. Thanks for writing.
Hi Garth, thanks a lot. Warm regards.
this poem goes in different directions but the flow is simply wonderful, a great write, rock
Hi Rock, thanks for your warm comment. Warm regards.
Yes, we all know loss that does not stop hurting. Sometimes you'd rather choose death over life (vanished twin) and yet, life always is more precious, so you find a new path. Love the way you put it🙏
Well said John. Thanks for stopping by. Warm regards.
At your service, your poems are fun to stop by🤗
Hi Cleo. Really really enjoyed the prose with this one. Liked rhythm loved your pivots. Cleverly crafted! Once again, I hope you are doing well! Enjoyed this one a lot.