you are tethered here now
by just a few threads
gossamer thin
that flex and strain with
each laboured breathe
soon the last of them
will fray and break
and you will be free
to float away
to see and enjoy
new vistas
to be
unencumbered
by that, that drew
you down into the dark
then untethered
you will fly to the heavens
like a bird, small against
the blue, blue sky
or perhaps more akin
to a dandelion seed
be taken by a gust of wind
to a new environ
mayhaps, a cliff top
by a shining blue sea
and there to take seed
and grow again and again
whilst the sea kisses the sand
Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 1:00 PM UTC
you are tethered here now
by just a few threads
gossamer thin
that flex and strain with
each laboured breathe
soon the last of them
will fray and break
and you will be free
to float away
to see and enjoy
new vistas
to be
unencumbered
by that, that drew
you down into the dark
then untethered
you will fly to the heavens
like a bird, small against
the blue, blue sky
or perhaps more akin
to a dandelion seed
be taken by a gust of wind
to a new environ
mayhaps, a cliff top
by a shining blue sea
and there to take seed
and grow again and again
whilst the sea kisses the sand
And now she is...rest in peace... my mothet died peacefully as dawn broke on the 6th of April...
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