poetry

i seem to be

I seem to be a rock
plummeting into the dark endless abyss of confusion

But really I am a leaf

gracefully dancing in the wind

open and free to every possibility

I seem to be a tree

whose trunk grows stronger then its roots

unstable and ready to fall

But really I am a bird

with one wing flying

greater then any other

I seem to be a gloomy day

where the sun hides behind the clouds and cries

But really I am the healing waters of a spring

looking to give life and share love.