Restrained far above the truth. Hollow and needy without reality until one day everything became clear and I fall through a hole in my safety.
Inertia is not enough to sustain me. I could not keep still and cold and blind.
Falling hard, I fly backwards through the sky. Free and fast, the air folds around me and pushes me under its invisible hand. The opaque grey fabric of my dress twists around my arms and legs. I am overcome by emotion as my body braces for impact. My eyes close and I wait as the air leaves my lungs.
All I can think about is that I don’t want to be back in the sky.
With desperate passion, I surrender to my fall until the thin hands of a solid tree reach up and slow my fall, catching me in the branches and wrapping me safely in its arms. Sensation takes over my sight, tender and slow. Holding me up to the sun as my dress drapes around the branches and the leaves weave between my fingers, I tremble with anticipation.
I am warm and safe held by the living, not the dead. Close to the dirt but not covered in it. As I lay calm and surrender to the joy of the tree tops, a fresh breeze rolls over my face and clears any fog. I find my strength and stand.