Forest Scene- found on Facebook
I fear being left behind, uncared for…alone, and you were leaving early.
Fearful, I cried. I don’t think you heard me, but you may’ve.
Be brave, I thought, only to discover you were staying after all.
“Did you change your plans for me?”
“Does it matter?”
This is for the Weekly Challenge for the Daily Post and was inspired by my awesome brother. http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2014/04/07/writing-challenge-fifty/
Image From WordPress
He floated then,
adrift, with the cool water lapping at his exposed edges,
heaving him upward into the too bright sun
before drawing him down into the inky darkness.
Pushing and pulling.
Here where the sky kissed the earth.
What was he to do but let the water choose?