BOTH FEET OFF THE GROUND
If I could lift both feet at the same time, I’d be up in the air,
My arms stretched out, flying, flying to anywhere and everywhere.
Stuck on the ground confined, trapped as if carrying heavy chains,
Sometimes just wanting to take off, fly, fly far away.
Not only gravity keeps us on the ground where we exist,
But the taste for life, for the breath, every breath.
Both feet off the ground to a new adventure in time,
Away, far away from what hurts a man’s heart, yes! this heart.
My heart cries for what has been taken away, away from me,
Both feet on the ground, not so much a good place to be.
Keith Garrett
keithgarrettpoetry 
I feel like this a lot. I love this piece.
Thank you for your thoughts.
On Tue, May 24, 2016 at 6:14 PM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Loved the “flying” imagery. Keep mixing grief with art and you will find healing for your pains. ❤
I love this, it’s exactly how I feel at the moment. Thank you 🙂
Thanks for reading
On Wed, May 25, 2016 at 3:18 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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KG- At times you really hit life squarely on the head! I found myself quoting you the other day.
Thanks so much
On Wed, May 25, 2016 at 5:07 AM, keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I’ve thought of this too. I’ve always wondered, what would happen if we jumped off a high ledge, and weren’t destined to move in that one direction. If we could go any way we wanted to.