Crescendo.
Descending.
Soft and fleshy, a turtles underbelly.
Messy and unbarred, a flight from afar.
Spinning, Spinning
Dipping, Dipping
Tripping, Spilling.
Spilling inside out, contained and stout.
Feet.
Back on the ground, look around;
Fill my lungs, sweet breath unchecked.
Move me, fill me,
Until theres no more.
Just
a
Drop, drop
Stop, for today.
A Poem By L.V. Roy, “Sometimes life is a flow, sometimes its a weight- what you choose thats your fate.”