Against the Rolling Tide

I shut the world off, it seems

I'm suddenly fluffy as clouds

No weight, like clouds

There's this bud of bliss

Though reality says I should be

Grieving

Grieving like I always do

But, no.

Not this time.

Not anymore.

'Cause I've let it go

The balloon of worries

Is freed, like I am

Free as doves

I beat my wings

As the mortals below throw stones

Spit at me

Holler dirty words

But what they haven't realised

Their spits will experience merciless gravitational pull

And land right back onto

Their bitter faces

I fly

Higher

And higher

Soaring over the infinite blue

As the wind carries my wings I realised

I am finally free

I hear no other voice but

My very own silvery hum

As the world below

Shrinks into a teeny tiny dot

.......

.......

.......

I really am free.