The call of the wide seas
The pull of the land
Neither makes sense to me
The ambiguity and indecision
Hand in hand on the wet sand
The restlessness and inactivity
Neither makes sense to me
The desire to take the plunge
Held back by a frustrating need to float
Swaying on the string of insecure security
Neither makes sense to me
A huge tree fallen to ground
Revealing decaying roots
Seemingly arrogant yet so weak
Just when it seemed to be dying
One leaf sprouted defying
Fragile and oozing strength of life
Both make perfect sense to me
Like the circle
Neither a beginning nor an end
I feel free to embrace the confusion
I feel free to chase the closure
Neither bothers me in the moment
I am free!
But have I freed myself?
In the moment
2 comments:
Amazingly captured...
I love the phrase "One leaf sprouted oozing the strength of life"
But have I freed myself?
In the moment
Struck a chord somewhere deep inside...good going,Gauri.
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