Friday, 23 January 2015

I was made

I was made
to fly amongst the clouds
Filled as they are with rain
so am I filled with sorrow
Only sorrow burdens,
and I was made heavy
A heaviness great shedding
of tears could not lessen
I was made, now chained
to the rock, to the earth
Gazing upwards, dreaming
My body small and light
I would not fly
The mind sank deeper,
heavier still
The clouds above shed their tears
and in the rain I took a breath
I started breathing,
and fell slowly in love
with my rock, with the earth
Then I lifted,
and flew away
For I was made
to fly





(23-01-2015)

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