Drifting Poem by Valerie Dohren

So here we are still, drifting -
drifting along like flotsam and jetsam
on a sea of indifferent unrest and disquiet.

Oh, for a changing to come -
for a tsunami of excitement and bliss
to ripple, no - blitz, the surface of tepid acceptance.

But life just trundles on, drifting -
drifting along on a tideless river
with no undercurrents to disturb its muted flow.

Ah, for the sweet relief of a metamorphosis -
a metamorphosis into something new
something extraordinary and amazing.

However -

We can still reach down into those depths -
those depths of despair and despondency
in an effort to find a new microcosm of existence, and

there is always tomorrow -
tomorrow, when there may be a storm gathering
to take your breath away!

©️16/8/2024. Valerie Dohren