Clinging to the top of this
Oak dripping with Spanish moss
Below,
It was crinkled and bunched
Weighted down, like the boat that trapped it.
The tiniest legs.
I recognized it from here.
Helpless to release it.
Feeling the pain it felt,
The agony that tore at its very flesh.
“Release it.”
“Make it one again.”
Strength of vacant words.
I know it was once whole and lively and new.
It once had fears and hopes and dreams.
Now it lay helpless at the bottom of this dank swamp.
Never to return to this life.
Is that what hurts me?
Fear and wanting?
“I am satisfied!”
Rang out loud enough for me to hear.
All this worry for nothing.
It is free
And my selfishness would have trapped it forever.
I am glad it escaped my grasp.
Or it would have been doomed.
Like me, forever,
Clinging to the top of this
Oak dripping with Spanish moss.
Copyright ©2018 Dara Effe' Waters
@arcanasphere This is a wonderful read! Love the imagery combined with the rapid thought process translated into verse! Thank you for sharing!