micropoetry PoeEternal poetry Writing

Carried Through My Storms

He makes carrying me light as a feather when for him it must be a stone

Am I an obligation or is he carrying me across the frothy sea?
Is that why I never see extra feet beneath me?
And my step it feels more steady?
And the cold, it feels less brisky
Thank you for carrying me calmly
Through my storms and through the heavy

© Delia Ross. 2019

Are you really there? Why do I feel you are?

By PoeEternal

I'm gone. Maybe it's like I never existed at all.

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