Barophobia - Fear of Gravity
I wanted to be an astronaut.
Feeling weightless like angels and finally free,
Not bound by or to anything
I kept trying to find ways to float,
Getting high off starvation and ecstasy,
Hoping that nothing would pull me back to Earth
Fascinated by the ocean and free-will,
Always thinking that if “free-will” was real,
That would include not needing to be bound
By chains such as gravity
Angels were lucky, I thought.
Always flying & not needing to walk –
I felt like an elephant
Taking heavy footsteps unintentionally
And hating it.
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