…before the fall
Day after day, I have many roles to play
I am the child, that has lost its way home
the mother, who waits with empty arms
the constant weight of expectations
in my exhaustion, in my dreams
sleep becomes a shoreless ocean
where I can lose myself
for a brief moment in time
where here on these warm sands
I find myself alone once more
yet running towards the edge
I sense the time before the fall
wind circles every inch of me
as I lie prostrate upon the sand
the ebb and flow of the tides
mirror my beating heart
the sea is vast and unyielding
in its infinite blue expanse
and I feel insignificant
just an extra in this private dance
the sun is setting on the horizon
painting the sky with soft colours
as gentle waves flow over me
their soft caress calming my heart
here in this peaceful place
for a few brief moments
I can be the me I want to be
and find peace in being free
then heart pounding
in the blue wind I am melting
vanishing into the dark
seemingly endless in its depths
in that moment
I almost always forget
that I can never
find my way back
© Ann Bagnall
