Wondering About Higher Things

Sometimes the heart

finds it hard to leave the ground

to twist in colour

against a canvas of blue

sometimes the mind

is tethered

by the tangled strings of old battles

and betrayals

that tie a body to the earth

sometimes a life is weighed down

by all of the sandbags

and ropes

that keep a balloon from floating

but is it really losing

if what is lost was keeping me from finding what I really need

is the past only ballast

that I can safely throw overboard

after swimming the currents of the sky

will I miss the false comfort of the dirt

are the safety lines

only excuses that keep me from where I should be

I can’t help but wonder what might happen

if I were to cut them