I held on for so long,
believing by sheer will and faith that it could work.
I grew tired,
the task grew harder.
So, the day came that my grip loosened,
and I…
just…
let…
go…
In a great rush, like a plane losing cabin pressure,
all that I held onto was swept away and I was wrenched upwards.
The distance between us became so great I could no longer see you.
The rushing has subsided and I am floating in the sky,
the sad ashes of my heart scattered to the wind.
My soul released now weightless,
watches the clouds dance.
About the Creator
Skye Bothma
Skye is a freelance editor and writer living in rural New Zealand, where she writes about life, love and what it is to be human. She is currently working on her first novel. Visit her website at www.skyebothma.nz
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