Floating…. Photography/Poetry

 

Floating, freefalling

suspended in time

and the space between

desolation and exuberance,

holding my breath lest

the hammer fall,

the sweet

taste of fearlessness

leaving my lips,

for the return of

bitter disappointment.

Still I float, looking

only upward and

into the light of

possibility.

 

 

Float on, float on…….

Thanks for the encouragement, Modest Mouse