Falling Leaf
I am the falling leaf
That glides through the air
Not a care in the world
Going wherever the wind takes me
I am the empty crisp packet
That floats on the Mersey
Devoid of all that I was
Filled with unfamiliarity
I am the breath, the whisper
The fragile calm that holds
While the baby is asleep
I am the paranoia
The stress and strain
That can appear out out of nowhere
Unbidden , unwelcome, unwanted
Just when I think I am one with the universe
The universe gives me a knock
Off centre
Off kilter
You’re not as chilled as
You thought you were, eh?
Thoughts
Insert most obvious leaf picture :)
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