Soft and downy feathers enfold me, it doesn't matter where I am anymore. I feel no cold, no fear, no exhaustion. A silent type of exhilaration under my skin.
Possibilities stretch in front of my eyes, blinding, bewildering but leading.
Who will I be at the end of the road.
Who am I at the start.
A path, luminescent, my eyes fixate, my heart remembers and my feet begin.
I meet them on the road.
Not wanting me to pass.
They hold me down.
The path is lost to me, winters ice still in my heart.
I rest some more.
Neville Hunt over 5 years ago
Lovely writing... and the content has me thinking.... exactly what a good drabble should do :-)
Paul Tanner over 5 years ago
Thank you for reading, and for the comments :)
Drew Martyn over 5 years ago
I'm with Neville, beautifully written and a very thought-provoking piece.
D.M. over 5 years ago
Interesting drabble. Welcome.