I take the scissors in my steady right hand
the string I grasp in my left
a million miles beneath I see the ground
like a quilt left in childhood
or the kaleidoscope of seashells on the sand
too far away to touch or hold
it is the work of a simple moment in time
cutting the rope that ties me
I watch it fall away towards yesterday
a laugh bubbles up inside
you can never know how far is the sky
until you let it all go away
ebullience is a word I embrace again
leaving the darkness below
my face is set once more toward the light
hope can still surprise my heart
as my spirit begins to soar beyond the vale
Your love gives me wings
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