mis pies

the force that keeps my feet to the earth,

stops my body from flying.

i know that if i lived with resentment for this in my soul,

these feet would turn to rocks

and the world would be my prison.

still, in calm, i dream of the wind

and climb to the skies, to the free air,

where i am most comfortable.

still, in calm, my body says that this is truth.

and my soul gives an answer in the dark.

you are right.