Drifting

I’m drifting away like a log down  river.

And soon the current is flowing so fast that there is no going back.

So I let myself be pulled away and so I’m going over.

The waterfall is so beautiful on the way down.

I can’t believe I lived up there, down here is so much pretty.

I float around in the water trying to find the beauty in the new me for the old me is gone.

And even though she was great.

I’m ready to live on better terms and brighter days.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes