Gravity--By Sandra Stefanowich--Canada

Gravity

I felt that familiar air that blew within the wind
finding myself alone on the same street again
traveling against the gravity of a different kind

watching people hurrying from place to place
trying to keep gravity from pulling them down
did they know we all hang on by the same thread?

walking the distance amongst the souls that slept
was it a peaceful dream or terrors of the unmerciful
that accompanied them under their tattered blankets

a knowing nod when they looked up into my eyes
I didn't need to say my name they already knew me
of the gravity that held them down they saw in me

of lessons that come free is the human cost of living
of threads worn thin, torn away and forever broken
residing within each of us is lies the weight of gravity

Born in Toronto, Ontario, Sandra is a self taught writer. She has been writing off and on since an early age. Most of her writing revolves around what she sees in everyday life, nature and her concerns about mankind. She enjoys reading, writing, hiking, animals and photography.