The universal theme of a falling dream …
Do I wake in terror unwilling to face the outcome?
Do I persevere and see where I will land?
Do I breakthrough to another theme of flying?
Excerpt from ” Cutting the Clouds, a bayou mystic’s poems, musings and imaginings:”
The Head of a Pin
Standing on the head of a pin
Waiting for the wind to
Send me into the abyss.
I miss those days when
Caring meant sharing love,
Not spending it like coins
Slammed into a slot
On a wish and a prayer.
Not knowing when or if
The investment will see a return.
My concern
Is not for you
Or even about you
But without you
How will I remember
While standing on this pin,
How to trust again?
Only a fool forgets the wind.
A bigger fool still,
Forgets she has wings to fly.
© 2015 Bessie Adams Senette
