Thursday, April 7, 2011

Weighted Down

As I let go of the illusion of security, control, perfection
something shifts inside of me.

The airy anxiousness, like bees buzzing in my chest, evaporates.
Quiet settles in, heavy like a wool blanket.

But in spite of the new, solid weight of my soul,
I find my feet floating above the earth,
No longer stuck or requiring such effort to make each step.

Who knew how heavy one has to be to fly?

1 comment:

  1. LOVE this, Renae. I've never thought about this conundrum before. It's true, though. Our shackles and burdens ultimately release us. Isn't that amazing?