I want to be invincible
like the ocean handling all of the horrifying creatures living inside the dark waters deep below.
like the trees in the park, a storm brewing, it doesn’t hurt them.
like a bird flying in front of a plane before they meet eye to eye.
like an ant crawling along the stone-cold tiled floor not knowing what’s above.
like a grandfather clock living for all these years not knowing when it’s time will end.
like a book that gets thrown on the floor but finds its way back up again.
like poets putting their work out for the whole world to see, not being afraid.
like a wordsearch having its pages filled with ink.
like help getting turned away from people who might need it.
By Alba
One reply on “Back Up Again”
I am glad you are not afraid of sharing your poetry with the world Alba. You have a wonderful voice and I hope you continue to write like this and share your voice with a wider audience.