Creature of Flight

From the ‘Fog Day’ collection ©www.carolinehascapturedit.wordpress.com

The mists of my mind are lifting

The future becomes distant

as it should be

Focus attunes to the present

where I find it hard to be still

Struggling to recognise

the opportunities before me

Yearning to stay grounded

I should not be running towards tomorrow

where romanticism robs me of clarity

and mortality heightens anxiety

I should be digging a trench in today

where life glitters with hope

and reality holds out the hand of happiness

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