My instinct is to allow
the forces of this world
to pull me down,
thinking they are
keeping me grounded.
But I will not succumb
to the gravity of life;
I rather be weightless.
I will leap of the ledge
and fly high away
from this heaviness;
I am feather light.
I will let go
and let the wind
catch me and take me
far from here.
I risk losing control
because I know
the cushioned clouds
will break my fall.