Grounded

A.ELIZABETHMIND
2 min readJun 16, 2022

A Poem.

A drawing of a stick person being lifted off of the ground, the drawing shows the stick figures feet scurrying, and leaving rubble while being lifted up, and off of the ground holding on to the string of a red balloon flying in the sky. The words, time fly’s, time flies, just above, and along the string of the balloon.
Photo by Belinda Fewings on Unsplash

Time fly’s by…

I try to catch it, but the ground won’t let me reach up that high, nor touch the sky.

Gravity.

Bound to thee.

I don’t know why I try with all my might!

I try so hard to get back to the spaces, and times that are not meant to be.

I try, but those spaces, and those times,

well,

they are not meant for me.

I am —

grounded.

Grounded, as I should be.

When I skate now…

the wind expresses its empathy for me.

Trying to catch up to all the passing years, because they seemed to have an awful hold on me.

My tears don’t fall as they used to, and my years don’t have to shed.

My mind is like this because it’s what I choose.

Rather, what I chose, I suppose.

Time fly’s, and I do not possess wings.

This is why I believe I sing.

This is why I hold onto every evanescing memory.

Cling.

Time fly’s, just as it is supposed to, you see?

Proposed to, believe.

Today,

I am letting go of trying to catch up onto yesterday’s.

A task for my mind to create my own reality —

Let the past —

be just that,

another beautiful memory.

As the memories pass, I grasp, but let them fade into my history.

Only then will I truly be free.

I choose to let the past be just that.

Live, laugh, love, and to be free —

this all may seem simple, and plain, but oh, a luxury to me!

In the moment.

In this moment.

I choose to live in my present, beyond being present, and truly a gift.

My realization of how much time I’ve wasted, tripping over lost drafts, and anxiety attacks.

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A.ELIZABETHMIND

My ideas on the complexities of our human mind’s, with an appreciation for the “darker” realities— Whilst insisting, Hope, remains unwavering in all of us.