Adrift

Change course…

Far too long I’ve drifted

Like that bark on the stream

fallen from its tree

It seems;

The shore far from sight…

The horizon blurs in the distance

I sink in the whirlpool of my

imaginings

How can it be?

I get a grip

While the faint sound of the bell

beckons me still

Time is of the essence here

my dear

No time to waste.

Author: marichu

A creative at heart with a passion and joy for living out her soul dreams; an English teacher, a budding blogger with a flair for poetry, life-long learner, sower of dreams, mentor to fellow dreamers; a happy, proud mother and grandmother.

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