Focus poured into vases like oils
Nothing to hold on to,
an empty bell still tolls.
The wind blows out a mighty gust.
Who’s left to trust?
arms open wide ~
On the wings of birds she flies.
Free – deep breaths, clear blues.
Worry not in this world I’m told.
A ghost emotion,
wastes away at your soul.
The emptiness feels fresh…
Hollowing out-standing tall to belong
Dropped in but never return.
Lessons never learned.
Trying to get to you…
❤️But finding me❤️