This is you
balloon
floating keeps your head above
all your tethers
all your sandbags
are slipping away
one by one by one
every cut a sharp pain but clean
and soonest mended
It's a helium breath
that finds your voice tiny
like a child
but growing stronger
Buoyant with
each heaviness that leaves you
soon your view
will be refreshed
navigation will come back to you
long rusty but reliable
and your touchdown
when you feel it on a whim and a wind
will be entirely under
your own control
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