Drift

It's hard to explain, really.

It's not really a poem.

More of a...statement.

A truth, if you will.

I drift, or so I've been told.

Away from my friends, family, school, everything.

I was told that if I drift any farther, no one will be there to save me.

If I fall, no will be there to catch me.

If I sink, I will drown.

I see myself as a puzzle after that.

A puzzle with a few missing pieces.

Almost put together, but not completely.

And when I think about it,

I wonder if anyone will find those missing pieces.

Will I be incomplete forever?

Will I drown?

Will I fall?

Will I drift?

I think so...

But I can't be sure.

It's hard to tell.

I don't want to drift.

I don't want to fall.

I don't want to drown.

But I can't help it.

I've been told I wear a blindfold.

I can't see what's right in front of my face.

Or I can't see what I know is bound to happen.

But I do.

I just choose to ignore it.

For now...

It feels like a giant secret that everyone else knows but me.

I have a feeling I'll never find out.

They all wonder where I've "gone".

And honestly?

I don't know.

Honestly?

I don't care.

My only concern is...

Will I ever come back?