I feel like a leaf
hanging in a tree.
Waiting and waiting for the wind
to set me free.
I twist and turn
restless with wait.
Anxious so anxious
unsure of my fate.
I long for the warmth
and light of the sun.
And still I ache
for a chance to run.
Hanging there in that tree
I wonder and ponder life to be.
Any moment the wind will come
will I wish then, to be undone?
About Amy
Hello! I am 33 years old, a wife (just recently in 2012) and a mother (that came first in 2009). I used to be fairly laid back, but having a kid really upped my sensitivty which was heightened already. I really believe in saying how I feel, when I feel it. I express my feelings - alot - maybe too much...but I feel that it lets everyone know where I stand so that there is no confusion. And, I would like the same in return - but... good luck with that!
