Emotions running through me like water trickling down
mixed feelings stir me like soft clouds in the sky
my strength
my power
my vulnerability
proves to you i am like a feather in the wind
lost and alone being controlled by another
i search long and hard for freedom and a place to hide
tossed around and left unwanted
is what i feel when i am with you
being loved and pushed away
ends up being lust so i just deny
one day that wind will stop blowing
and a bird will find me
and take me home to build a nest
there is where i will be important
where i will be proud
and loved and nuturted for always
Yep it is me again. :P I want to really take some time and read your poems. It feels like you are talking to me in some ways. Not directly, but in the end I will know you much better.
I can understand how it is to be the feather. I think i had enough of the wind blowing. I have become a bird now. MUUHAHAHA
Very nice poem %) Sad in some ways.. but shows hope.