Suspended Above the ground Like the tiny snowflakes that dance just outside Never to reach their destination Shielded from the bitter cold These walls of glass expose a fantasy Safe and warm, I observe the world Embrace the beauty, ignore the struggle Faded yellows and greens peek through the blanket of white Crops slowly dying after the recent harvest Dormant until Spring No insulation from the elements The dim sky wanes into darkness We conquer this small distraction We resist the emptiness Our powers are undeniable

Searching For a purpose For a reason For the right companions   Struggling To discover To endure To adapt   Fighting A culture A habit A changing world   Discovering New joys all around me New worlds to explore New love for my surroundings   Serving With my knowledge With my wisdom With my gifts    

I release it all The guilt of past deeds The embarrassment of failures Missed opportunities Awkward moments no one noticed Trapped inside Too long Be free, old friends Dissipate into the atmosphere Catch the solar wind Travel far from here My mind is as quiet now Like the cold vacuum of Space Cautious confidence slowly emerges Reborn in fertile soil Taking hold with stronger roots

Warm enough to forget the snow No howling wind or frozen ponds Trees green with life Insects on the prowl Embracing the season before the deep-freeze Soft sunlight strikes the landscape A calmness permeates the senses Even a storm cannot shake this change Delayed in recovery It returns to its center Breathing gently Confident of the future Eager to bring comfort to the masses Striving for attention

Changing pressure all around me Even sheltered from the force It comes In spurts Growing The sound fills my ears The howl permeates the thick walls I cannot escape Slamming against the face of the building  Whipping through the spaces My indoor environment shutters and shakes Creaking wood Strength is tested Resolve exposed Sudden silence is nerve-wracking I wait for the next event Stiff with fear

Unassuming machines are these Escalators climb the building, slow and steady Creating a rhythm Elevators spring into action with an inviting tone An automated mail cart rolls by with ease I can rely on these mechanical colleagues They are consistent I’m not so sure about the organic ones…yet The stress lingering outside cannot get past the strong walls The windows reveal a blue sky and green grass The colors are muted, like a painting They don’t make an effort to be flashy They don’t need the attention I leave the safety of this place and return to reality No longer…