.Trying to breath.
There are times the air is too tight
like you're breathing from a hot balloon .
Air tight to lock you off forever.
Those times you seek escape
you seek to fly free,
a bird defying gravity, memorising the bodies of the wind
knowing the course it blows and when
like they are one entwined.
navigating its traffic,
never giving a chance to get blown away.
Your freedom could be tears on a soft night
when you feel inadequate to carry-on .
the baggage drops in bits to your salvation
you shred every time you cry
you shred the load, bit with every tears shed
walking away to freedom
till it becomes eternal.