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