my soul weighs
heavy
today, barren
the moon
pockmarked
cold dead
covered in
soft downy feathers
angel wings
burnt
withered weathered
worrisome
anxiously, the night sky
beckoned
i do not heed.
i do not
heed.
to be free
freefreefree
untethered
unchained
not detached
a master of
self defense
mechanisms
tinkering, tinkering.
cleaning up
the toys
cluttering the attic.
i could fly.
but my soul weighs
oh so heavily
today, desolate
the desert wind
dry, dessicated
there once was
an ocean here.
bottomless.
i could fly.
if not for
me.