Lead Weight

Lead Weight To look from the peak of dreams And open those inspirational wings Take flight on eternal winds Heart in its space soaring Trusting to loves imaginings A leaping embrace into the presence of light Eyes and smiles generous with accepting Extricated from doubts precipice edge An Angel called to the souls migration Toe poised and knee raised Arms flung wide And head held height Set to gaze upon the open skies Floats a child’s balloon A picture of hopes wanton disentanglement But there also a thread of life follows Holds a trap The lines scant trailing behind Feels the tug And from that indelible chord The lead weight attached Pulls wearily back To the ground Bird of freedom falls forlorn Every seventh heaven burdened By twisted knots Carrying their loops and snagged entrails From the lead weight In your heart Hidden Psychoanalytical shade Yanks at the corners of your smile Without closure this grey dull And pitted scar Drags dour its trail of dust Marked by drops of tears Damage its only afterthought Of quiet screamed hurt Unhappiness for all the happy mirror masked Bequeaths the years of sadness it sought In your palm written the fated destiny Never to be whole Never to be free Bleeding its cut splinter of betrayal Long before adulthood embraced The child’s need for escape Running heedless toward any inspired edge And launch far enough And far enough And long enough Into the blue And glide on joyous fictions Released upward to heights Yet unattained And simply float drift away Start again But the line fixes and fixated Held fast to the leaden weight weighted Pulls heavier Than the ground beneath your feet