Floating Away I struggle to lift my wings and jump high into the sky,
So that when I catch the wind Iíll be able to fly.
Sometimes its so hard to keep up with everyday of my life,
and I just want to let go and float away: my heart beating
as gentle as the first snowfall of winter: the light snow swirling all around,
and the quiet; not crispy snow, doesnít crunch or even make a sound.
My mind takes me away: to the colorful, vibrant, and exciting reefs that I have snorkeled at in Hawaii,
to the warm and delicious restaurants in Italy that I went to see,
to the bright red double decker buses cruising around in London,
to the beautiful and sunny place where I am from; my secret hiding place.
Is it supposed to be like this? Is everything supposed to be dull and grey?
Is something amiss? Am I supposed to feel this way?
My head feels woozy; I think I should just sit down for a while,
All this dreaming has made me feel a little exhausted and sleepy...
Iím floating gently, wherever my wings and the wind decide to take me.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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