5 thoughts on “weathering the storm

  1. I once dreamt I was flying high; it was a very pleasant sensation until it was so high that it became fearful as in the ancient Greek myth of Icarus flight. The next that happened in my dream was a direful sinking into the ocean. The combination of this dream, a poem by Sylvia Plath and other things made me write this poem where I see a strong connection with yours. Hope you like it: https://momentsbloc.wordpress.com/2018/10/27/afloat-2/

Leave a Reply