Cliff

Wind ripples my feathers.

Rips through them,

Violently.

I almost want to scream,

but

then again

What would I even say?

The wind takes my voice away for me,

Sparing me.

Truth is,

she loves the adrenaline rush.

She’s smitten with the wind.

That cold, damp breeze.

That soft spray of the ocean.

The sound of water crashing into the cliff.

The Cliff.

My home.

I’m still falling,

and I’d like to think I always will.

Fall forever.

Never be interrupted by

Well, the elephant in the room.

Reviews

[Strawberry Rouge]

Very beautiful poem! And the ending was brilliant! I loved it!

[CBH]

Thank you so much!

[duff]

This is hypnotic. Your words draw the reader in with layers and possibilty. It's very well written

[CBH]

I appreciate that

[duff]

I definitely liked it