Gravity

It was called gravity,

And it pulled me down.

I was once as alive as anything,

But this gravity

Brought me against the ground.

I needed so little,

Just space somewhere

In this spinning atmosphere,

But it opened its mouth

And swallowed that space.

It tore the words from my tongue,

The thought from my mind,

The air from my lungs

And left me cold and quiet

On the dark ground,

Alone.

But you know if I could ride

The thermals and air currents,

I’d be something nearer

What I long for,

I’d be something nearer

Freedom

And maybe I could take a few steps

And find myself

Somewhere else.

Maybe somewhere in that sky,

I’d soar.