Gravity pulls me deeper and deeper into that ever ending maze. Will I find my way back to center?
Propulsion moves me ever still towards thoughts that bend and break me.
To and fro I lean as though I can’t decide my meaning.
Will I stand, will I fall, Will I run, will I crawl, will I make it there at all?
Push me, pull me, turn me, lure me to that place I need.
Find the strength inside, go forth and drive out to that gentle breeze.
© Sarah E. Sturgis