Parachute

I’m losing ground
and I’m falling
Keep on falling
Where are my angel wings
My fairy powders
Why is everything
so real
And my dreams
don’t take me in?

Where are my stories
with happy endings
Where are my poems
that let me fly

And I am falling
Keep on falling
Can you catch me, love
Make me a parachute
As my tears
do not have a hold
And my fears
seem to pull me down

Let me land safely
into new worlds
Where the rivers are flowing,
always flowing
And where no frontiers
can divide
Where fields are wide
and open
And a rose reminds me
of what is locked
deep down inside

©RoseGirl2018

6 Comments

  1. It makes me think of a magical fountain in Italy where people during the night went to write messages on it, and at dawn the city officials tried to cancel these messages, but sometimes there were too many. The fountain became a place of political dissidence and of gathering of new ideas

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