Take Solace, Take Flight



What a heavy weight
this world might seem
if seen from down below
where loud obnoxious air depletes
the sublime brevity of breath.

Are you loved?
Are you hungry?
Are you home?

A weight impossible to haul.

Let it go
unbound it so.

Unfettered by such chains
let thine load be laughed
upon from on high.
A knowing wink
may meet your eye,
take solace
take flight!

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