I can’t tell
if this is fear,
or something
unfamiliar.
A weightlessness
across my skin
and in my heart
a feeling,
like I’m
falling down,
or flying,
but I’m not sure how.
It’s all unfolding
before me
in disturbing clarity.
I’ve lost myself;
no wait,
my body was never found.
A cold case,
detached
and listless, I
may never have been
found out again.
A secret kept.
That slipping feeling
comes over me,
my string unravelling,
my tether to the world
uncertain.
All I’ve known
gets smaller in the distance,
as the unknown multiplies
before me now.
I’m up,
or I’m down.
Drifting around
without the certainties
of yesterday.
So comforting
to know that you
can come into
my life and knock me off
my square,
my pedestal.
Tempt me,
teach me to fall again,
or fly away.
Guess I forgot
that I had wings.
We all have wings.
The sky
should be full of us,
just drifting,
riding the wind,
instead of forging
our fears into
beautiful chains.
So safe
and reasonable,
but ridiculous,
when viewed from the clouds.
The past recedes
and all that’s left
is eternal hope
and endlessness
of infinite
potential,
but hurry soon.
I’m coming up
and out into
this new insane
place between
where I’ve been
and where I’ll be.
Watch and see
if I make it.
HG – 2018
