i stand at the edge of the world and i jump and i soar higher and higher
… and then
a tug
a pull
i am unable to move forward
my leap was so high and so far and the wall that floats around in the between places of what we are and what we can be is there, just ahead
… and then
it starts in my feet
they cease their movement
i begin to float slowly back to the edge
a rope lassoed to my legs tugging me
tugging me
my arms try to swim through the open air
try to propel me onward towards that wall
… and then
the struggle takes all my strength
my arms keep moving and flailing and i can see that gravity is wrapped around me and every time i move it tangles me up more and i am moving and struggling and lurching and forgetting to pause
… and then
i inhale and fill my lungs and i exhale
inhale
exhale
repeating repeating repeating
i caress the pause like a forgotten lover coming to ease my mind
… and then
i am free
i am floating to that wall with my hand stretched out my fingers extended reaching past the safety of who i am
… and then
i pause, looking at both sides because both sides are equally beautiful and filled with the dreams of an awake mind
… and then
i jump into the middle of who i can be but the wall between the two has dissolved
the struggle has faded
the sadness of gravity has released me to move freely
so i do
Talk is cheaper than therapy… and so are your poems.
I always know when I see you’ve posted something new that I shall be entranced and beguiled by wonder.
wow!
Thank you!
I’m so very humbled by your comment. I feel so grateful for this community.
you have captured the movement of life in a few words….gravity has quite the pull and every once in a while i find those moments when i can break free of it…well done…a familiar reality…
Liked this very much , esp the ending – gravity losing its hold, and you flying. Excellent. (Reminds me of an old Rickie Lee Jones song called “Gravity”) – http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rm3qBlbRQls
In case you can’t decipher her lyrics
Gravity
There are wounds that stir up the force of gravity
A cold that will wipe the hope from your eyes
Young girl standing underneath the “L” train
Standing there, watching the trains go by …
You think that nobody knows where you are, girl
You think that nobody knows how this feels
Alone, in a world of your own
There you are girl
The small things float
To the top of gravity
Gravity
I’m telling you where it is
Gravity
We walk in easy snakes
Through the roulette rattling of the ethyl
And now the arson smell of moon
Polishes a newsstand
They empty the gas can
The watch the fire
If there are three girls running
There are three girls running nowhere
From remedies
That you call random
We call by name
And ask them to explain why
Oh, no I heard somebody
Hush up
Don’t say nothing
I thought I heard someone
Well we walk when we want to go
Nobody’s gonna be there
Seen somebody, somebody
Be quiet
Nobody’s there …
Nobody
I could not say no to the light of my desire
I’m not asking so much
But you roll-call the passion
His lips ?
No
His back ?
No
His face?
No, no, no
I’m not asking so much!
I try to imagine another planet, another sun
Where I don’t look like me
And everything I do matters
Where you are, girl
In your green paint
With a pin to pull
At the fingertips of gravity
Gravity
I’m telling you where it is
Gravity
You have such an incredible way with words.
Wonderful weave! And we all gotta take those practice flights…feel the freedom…and maybe…somewhere upstairs in those dusty places we seldom visit…the courage we need to snap the tether and really fly will be found. Loved it! #NoFear
Thank you Tash!
I’m trying to weave more story into my poems — I love your support!
i jump into the middle of who i can be but the wall between the two has dissolved…it’s so good when we finally arrive there…when we find the middle of who we can be…i often struggle with the pull of gravity..
Yes… sometimes the middle isn’t so bad. We can dip our toes on the side that feels right at the time.
Thank you Claudia.
The whole of the vision here is splendid.
Aww — thank you!
You make me feel so alive in the reading of this–just beautiful !!
Oh Audrey! Thank you — that’s a very swoonable comment.
Now there is a Poetess..you just described my dreams without really trying..loved this piece and I dare say it does not need interpreting..
Thank you, I’m blushing. I so appreciate the feedback!
You made me float along there with you… Seeking the middle amongst all the push and pull, finding the peace. Love love love the title phrase.
Thank you Kelly!
…completely enticing poem… relatable on so many levels… and yes, i like your choice of title for this… great offering… smiles…
Thank you so very much!
wow! this is S..T..U..N..N..I..N..G!!! my favorite of all your poems, b!
*Giant Sparkly Squishy Hugs Full of Love*
♥
Aww — thank you Dani!
I love when you get all squishy.
just stopped by and reread this ~ truly, truly an exquisite poem! i hope you had a lovely Christmas, b ~ wishing you many happy surprises and much love and laughter and hugs and smiles in the coming year.
♥
You effectively convey the angst, the pull, the yearning, and then some acceptance, moving on.
Thank you! Just what I was hoping for — so thank you!
ahhh now that flying feeling out of gravity prison is lifting
) love that one! totally flying in my gravityless mind now ! thanks 
Gravityless mind! Yes! That’s the goal — thank you!
Pulls you in and you feel and i love a brilliant piece
Aww — thank you for this, so very nice of you!