Wonder
I wonder who I am
My feet have no direction
I don’t know where to go
I turn. I see no signs, no help
Lost, my strings have no glow
I fall like a puppet made of straw
Rain washing me away along the gutter
I know where it goes.
From the world I knew, then out to sea
Parts of me lost forever
Yet a spark that still remains
Will make it to the shore…
©Anita Dawes
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