Holding it all back.
Never letting go.
Walking along the beach,
driving the freeway,
away from home.
I’m slipping my tether,
I can feel
the knot is working loose.
What is freedom
to me,
if I am all I lose?
All this never made sense.
How am I supposed to be
so limited in time and space,
but an infinite possibility?
A child of divine creation,
tied into this body,
that wants,
what it wants,
when it wants it.
I can feel
the tether wearing thin.
I can feel
the rope about to break.
If I can just hold on
a little longer,
I just might be free
of my mistakes.
Walking down a crowded square.
Flying across seas to see
how far I can get
from my shadow,
but it’s always laying
at my feet.
I can feel
my tether break,
and I’m full of possibility.
Directionless,
like an unfired arrow.
Waiting
for the aim to be
clear.
No fear,
just breathe
and be released.
HG – 2020
