{"id":22502,"date":"2016-08-13T16:52:18","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T20:52:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=22502"},"modified":"2016-08-13T17:15:39","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T21:15:39","slug":"weightless-and-free","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/weightless-and-free\/","title":{"rendered":"Weightless and Free"},"content":{"rendered":"
Land and sea, I traveled.<\/span>
\nThree lifetimes of laying foundations among the clay,
\n<\/span>with clay covered hands, far from shifting sands and tidal waves.
\n<\/span>My hand to the plow,
\n<\/span>my heart intent to see the bloom of change among the walking dead.
\n<\/span>But all efforts were in vain.\u00a0<\/span><\/h5>\n
My eyes lifted high, seeing beyond all stars and moons,
\n<\/span>the One whose hand holds all things,
\n<\/span>wondering when it would be my turn?
\n<\/span>When would the stars shine for me?
\n<\/span>When would the moon glow so brightly just for me?
\n<\/span>I knew the answer before I asked.
\n<\/span>And yet, I hope, and work, slowly moving forward.
\n<\/span>But with legs of concrete, I can never fly.\u00a0<\/span><\/h5>\n
Trapped between earth and sky,
\nno permission to ascend above or descend below.
\n<\/span>Broken wings take too long to heal.
\n<\/span>With the blur of red and white lights spiraling in the night,
\n<\/span>with the speed of wild cats, a different freedom found –
\n<\/span>the freedom to do or die, to disappear or to let go.
\n<\/span>Motivation has waned, while I covet sleep,
\n<\/span>and the strange battle-filled dreams that come.\u00a0<\/span><\/h5>\n
Societal dictates have cut me down,
\n<\/span>thrown me under the murky line I once lived above.
\n<\/span>No time for confabulations, no time for blatant lies.
\n<\/span>Time to rise and prove all slanderous words empty and false.
\n<\/span>I move through every storm, dragging weary legs through mud filled streets.
\n<\/span>There is no quitting, only getting across the finish line.<\/span><\/h5>\n
So I cut the cord of connection, pull it out by its roots,
\n<\/span> and toss it into the flames.
\n<\/span>Don’t want to want something that can never be.
\n<\/span>Dreams lived are lives fulfilled, dreams lost are a bitch to hold,
\n<\/span>and yet the spark still tries, like a severed spinal cord.\u00a0<\/span><\/h5>\n
But don\u2019t you know, it\u2019s better to let go, than to suffer to loss.
\n<\/span>Far worse things in this life than the darkness that tries to swallow us.
\n<\/span>No monsters or ghouls shadow us tonight,
\n<\/span>only the demons in our head whispering lies.
\n<\/span>So I\u2019m walking out, looking to heaven for that miracle.
\n<\/span>I\u2019ll hang by a thread over the ledge of reality,
\n<\/span>with the strength of a thousand men.
\n<\/span>Weightless and free.<\/span><\/h5>\n

 <\/p>\n

8th out of 12<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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