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Light Feels Heavy

But I’m not ready to come down yet –

and I’m not ready to launch this next rocket, either…

I just need a transitional lift,

one that elevates me to the space where

I can’t tell up from down,

and light feels heavy…

Where I’m just meandering

and solitude is a friend.

Floating peaceably along;

reality’s edges soft and glowing,

and me just a wisp

of smoke, and warmth, and knowing.


Written 02 February 2019


Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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