I stand
Teetering on the edge
The fall
A never ending drop
I wobble
Breath catching
The earth
Gone for just a moment
Eyes closed
I must go before I turn
Arms outstretched
I lean into the open air
Then
A feeling of warmth
Familiar
Fingers entwined with my own
Warmth
Laughter
Arms holding me close
Words
Beautiful, comforting words
I am grounded now
Here to stay
Thank you
Friend
~
Inspired by Mindlovemiserie’s Menagerie Tale Weaver prompt for this week.
Inuksuk: “something which acts for or performs the function of a person.”
Writing(s) by Anna 
An interesting interpretation of journey. Inuksuk means so many things to so many different people.
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This poem has a lovely roundedness to it…..I liked how you took me with you on this journey. hanks for participating in the tale weaver.
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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I like the short sentences, the choppy feel, it gives the piece that emotional edge it needs. Well done
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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