Just Watch Me

Strings: A Poem

There is something wonderful

about being out of control yet contained.

Flying high but knowing you've got a string holding you down,

stopping you from being taken with the wind.

You know that if you let yourself just drift away,

(and you would let yourself do that)

you would end up broken and battered against the ground.

The string gives you a controlled landing,

a place that you know you will touch back down for awhile.

Sometimes you resent the string

because it keeps you tethered to the earth and reality, (which blows).

And sometimes you just want the madness to take control and soar,

free as a bird in a hailstorm. 

Just give yourself to fate and chaos,

two sides of the same coin, spinning endlessly on a stone table. 

Lose yourself in the experience, and the string gives you more slack,

lets you dip closer to the ground, without touching it.

A fear builds in your chest.

A fear that this time you will crash, and burn, and die.

Smash to the ground and shatter into a billion little pieces. 

There are times when the string wishes that they can rise with you. 

Those are dangerous times.

Because with nothing holding you down, or back for that matter,

you find yourself tumbling earth-bound.

A blazing fireball that hits the ground with glory and burns.

You would like to watch the world burn,

you both would,

together.

Standing amongst the flames,

warm and cozy as everyone else screams in fear. 

Because to them the world is dying.

But to you it is just a time to dream about flying above it all again, 

soaring in the chaos. 

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Sorry in advance if this is difficult to read on the mobile app. This poem is very long and has longer lines than I have used before on here so I doubt it will be a smooth reading experience on a small screen. 
That said I have no idea when I wrote this, I went to Fighter's Block (an amazing website to help you hit word targets) and found this from the last time I was doing a write off with a friend. I don't know what the prompt was or if there was one. 
I did edit this from my original just for length and clarity since it was written in a speed write, and there isn't normally time for editing when you are trying to crank out a story in under 500 words and only 30minutes to do it. 

Anyways hope you are enjoying these poems, feel free to leave a like or a comment if you really like something. It would mean a lot, but this particular collection is mainly just being written when I am either inspired, stoned, or really feeling things.

I will also try to read things you send me. I would normally lie and say I am a busy person, but I am just easily distracted, forgetful, and a little lazy. 

Ramble over, 

Peace, 

M.Alice