Don't own Twlight or New Moon...
II. Floating
Floating is not so easy
when your feet never touch
reality.
Even Freedom can have its shackles,
unbind your arms and leave you with
nothing to embrace.
Floating is too easy.
Leaves you with aching hands
and numb limbs.
Nothing else to grasp
Floating is floating.
Passive on the brink of dawn
motionless and eerie calm.
Spoiler Warning!
This is another poem told from Bella's perspective. Despite it's title, it is actually about Bella waking up from her catharsis. She's still surrounded by the fog she's created, but she is beginning to feel antsy and is no longer satisfied with the state she is in. Basically, this is her mindset before she goes to Port Angeles and hears Edward's voice for the first time.
