A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
Have you ever
had this feeling?
A sense
of overwhelming alarm
and
a feeling of weightlessness
as you look below
at the empty expanse
looming beneath your toes.
As if one simple gust of wind
Could knock you off your feet
As if no matter what you do
You can’t latch on.
A constant dizziness
Teetering off the edge.
Almost like,
the only thing
To do
Is to be in it.
That sea of nothing
it calls to you
pulls at you.
The wind its accomplice
it tugs seductively at your hair,
your clothes
Filling your ears
Drawing you near
Begging you to come closer
To step into the azure
Step into its embrace
Become one with the sky
that vault of heaven.
But no.
You step back,
step away
from that tantalizing voice
Because you know
you are not a bird
you don’t have wings
And you’d rather not die today.
Even though,
the excitement,
the lure of the blue
Calls to you
as you return to the ground
To safety
Once again
Words Worth While 