Grasp It And Love

Grasping the cord that holds me within, I look to the sky in hopes of sight,
the cool wind airs whip and tricks, soothing me as I gaze back down,
The ground looks so soft as I let go, Flowing seamlessly through the air as though I were the cool mist carried by the ebbing wind. Tears well in my eyes as I marvel at the beauty of my life and the joy that I can bring, and I just let go,
I just let go

by Spencer Wilson

Comments (1)

there's a fine sense of hope in this...great work