oh, divine, insidious pull
help me please, my soul is full
my shallow roots are tattered and splintered
my tired heart has been battered and wintered
your cradled strings strangely unbind me
and your wistful cloud holds some mystical key
I’ve try to stay grounded, but the din is too heady
I’m already rising, I think I’m ready
into storm’s eye, allow me to fly
will it unwind me?
I’m willing to try
do I get to return?
or should I say goodbye?
*written as part of Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge 104