I sat down to write about moving on
But who is me when there is only You
It doesn't feel as if I'm going
The walls are still closing in
My heart is still hammering
My skin, still pebbled.
I can't breathe here.
This is my chance to leave:
I was aiming for outer space but I landed Somewhere in the middle
I don't know if I'll be far enough
I should have hit the Moon but I'll be in orbit
You could catch me there
in my ever present free fall
They tell me that you won't
but I'm not sure I believe them
Just a few fingers, just a little Poke
and you could bring me crashing down
That's not my worry.
Those are tomorrow's ponderings
How is one to say goodbye to home?
To the people and places they’ve always known?
My soul doesn't think it’s leaving
You've bled it dry
it thinks it's stuck,
even as my brain says the rocket is good and prepped.
There is a Cloud over my head
its rained for years
now I want sun.
Does leaving the Cloud behind mean it will rain blood?
My spirit is chained
worrying for a Cloud I should have grown to hate
Can you let me breathe?
Will you survive?
Will you let them?
If so then I can go,
My soul can say goodbye
But what if you can't
But what if one cloud can be escaped only to be replaced
But what if I fall to earth under my own power
When all I ever wanted was the stars above
But what if it turns out
All this time
There was only