Hold my hand,
hold it tight.
Do not
let go
I am,
as they say,
drifting away
Drifting
And/or floating
And/or flying
And/or gliding
Away
Away from you,
and him,
and her,
and them.
From us,
and me,
and together,
and love.
So hold onto me,
grasp my hand.
Because without you,
I am drifting away
Now don’t get me wrong,
I like to drift.
It’s an eye-opening experience.
How?
Well, let me tell you.
You,
my friend,
are rooted.
I,
on the other hand,
am drifting all around.
Stuck in place,
solid in your position,
you can only 120 degrees
I can see the whole world.
Do you understand now?
Because I no longer do.
I miss my beliefs
And/or faiths
And/or convictions
And/or views
Mine
I want them
to be mine
again
So hold my hand,
hold it tight.
Do no
let go
Because I am drifting away,
and I want to be
steady once more.
Samantha McCabe grew up in Asia and is now living in the U.S. She loves to read, travel, and listen to music.