Air
I am Air, blowing through my mind - "Is that how you feel?" she asks. I have no feelings, just movement - "What is in your body?" she asks. Just a light breeze, ruffling files of Memories. "Take this list and try to remember the last time you felt." But I feel so much, so far, so fast -- I am the wind billowing over the Vast Openness Looking down at the people tied down Watching them watch my Flight -- Sometimes I dive down Walk with Them, talk with Them, Turn in my time card and earn my wage, Then ascend again, soaring for days. Dancing between the starry lights; Landing on clouds of Thought that keep me up at night. I'll never not take Flight, no I'll never live without Flight. "And what did you feel?" she asks. I felt only Time, I felt only Mine. "Sometimes we need to ground ourselves, feel our feelings," she repeats. The wind gusts become Ethereal Shriek - "You'll never ground me!" screeches the Phoenix within, plummeting, burning a pile of ashes falls from the Sky. Before it hits the ground, I reform, and, Glorious, I fly.... ©2024 @StaceyBattlestheWorld
