My freedom is in the clouds, boundless and untouchable. I yearn to beweightless, untethered by the burdens of modern life. No matter how much Idistance myself from such fleeting desires, I remain grounded, unable to enjoythe wonders of the world. An ant among giants, those around existing on anotherplane. Staring at the light from the abyss. After a while, I become accustomed to the darkness. It's familiar, yet unpleasant. Occasionally I'll come across thosewho lost their way. I lend out a helping hand. It's an easy exit... when you'renot alone. Kindness is offered and reciprocated as we make it to the exit. Thelight doesn't seem to be so far away now. We're almost at the exit. I turn aroundto see how far we – I have come. I turn around. My companion is gone. I lookforward at the edge of darkness, towards the dawn of light. I can see mycompanion in the distance, happy and blissful. "But, why was I left behind?"One, maybe two steps forward and I can be as happy as her" I can't moveforward. "But the exit is right there" Like a reflection I cannot truly feel.Just I begin to cry... the tears cease. I look back, and the next thing I knew, Iwas back at the bottom of the abyss. I stared at my freedom, high in theclouds, boundless and untouchable. I yearned to be weighted, tethered by theburdens of modern life; consumed in my fleeting desires.
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A Weather of Memoirs
PoesiaWhenever life has me feeling at my best, my worst, or anything in between. An outlet is needed to let those emotions and thoughts express themselves; to take on an entity of its own.
