A Time To Release
Visualize…
Close your eyes
Imagine balloons
held up to the sky.
The strings
you are clutching,
they tether your soul.
Until you untangle,
unravel, untie…
Your heart
is a prisoner
expecting to die.
Visualize…
Close your eyes…
Loosen your grasp.
Uncurl your fingers…
Allow the strong threads
to pass.
The wind
tugs them gently
away from your touch.
Drifting and rising,
the ribbons stream down.
Teasing your fingers,
you reach
one last time.
Alas,
No,
be alive…
Visualize…
Close your eyes…
Lower your weary arms
and shade your bleary eyes
Now is the time
to say your goodbyes.
All that was binding
your spirit flies aloft
Yearning for freedom…
A deep breath…
You sigh.
Ah, yes!
Goodbye
Angela Minard 2008©
Visualize…
Close your eyes…
Lower your weary arms
and shade your bleary eyes
Now is the time
to say your goodbyes.
All that was binding
your spirit flies aloft
Yearning for freedom…
A deep breath…
You sigh.
Ah, yes!
Goodbye
Angela Minard 2008©
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1 Comments:
The situation you described is quite despairing. I use that word a lot because I'm an existentialist.
Anyway, after letting go of the balloon, I pictured myself falling down to earth and felt a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Also felt kind of a float feeling. Lost.
Some people like the freedom. Some feel like nothing with it.
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