You always find a way back.
You're light as a feather and your touch
is barely noticeable,
but then I feel every thread untwine,
I feel it drape over me like the heaviest curtain in the world.
I'm stuck
and I can't breathe.
I can't lift this curtain off of me.
I can't move
and I don't want to move.
I used to fly with the birds -
I used to be light as a feather.
but now there's rain plummeting
from the sky and drenching me,
making me heavy as a curtain.
You always find a way back.