Gravity and me
have always been
mutual abusers.
Holding me down,
while I
never let go.
So afraid
of losing my way
in that great, blue unknown,
because I know
it fades to black
the further I explore.
Clipping my own wings.
Keeping myself in a jar.
Climbs as I might,
I just slide back
down
to the bottom
again.
Some think it’s insane
to deny
the ability to fly.
I see them out there,
getting up so high.
Occasionally,
one comes crashing down,
and I’m thankful for gravity,
keeping me around.
But my heart yearns for the clouds.
Even gravity
whispers to me,
tells me she
will set me free.
I just have to learn
to let go of the world
and live the life
of who I am to be.
She says,
“You don’t belong to me.”
and I feel my skin
start to prick,
as the weight of existence
lifts off my skeleton.
Off I go;
wherever I please,
waving “Good-bye”
to gravity.
HG – 2022
Sounds kind of like flying free of everyone else’s expectations. Nice piece 🦋
Thank you, Joni. I always appreciate your feedback!
It is my privilege. I enjoyed your piece. 🦋❤️ Thank you