
I feel it soon
I will be gone
The mooring that kept me anchored here will snap
With the inundation of this flood
And who I was will be extinguished
By the lack of love
As I break loose from these moorings
Carried by the wind
No longer in control of my destiny
What will happen to me
I will become no longer apart
But part of everything
As my body finally gives up
Its quest to remain
Anchored here on earth
Oh I have felt this too Deborah. When I had cancer, and even now, as my body continues to deteriorate. And to be blown away on the wind. A beautiful thought. I wish to be released from this body. And we will be. One day xx
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Yes we are spirit arent we? i know deep inside this body is only a casing…I know you deeply understand. Wish I could hug you πβΊπΉ
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Aww. Wish I could hug you too Deborah. We will fly away together xo
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yay to that… β€ we can do it in our imaginations anyway…
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Hugs to you Deborah as I don’t have any words :O) x
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((–))
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