time to let go

jaded vines grow thick,
running up my spine,
black and green,
teal running to my fingertips,
drops of fear and anger tainting the blood-pool
(she isn't yours, or anyone's)
--out of control and 
frothing from the inside,
stretching, strangling,
suffocating and seething
(the voyage isn't yours to take)
--so let her go,
free-falling through the ashen sky--
the fall won't take her life,
the dive can't take her ambition:
her roots run deep and tangled
...she will always be grounded,
in her own sense--
she will always be grounded…
(she isn't yours, or anyone's)
…so let her go.

7/17/08

I have a feeling that this cliff is over a thousand feet high, and that impact with the water below would peel my flesh from my skeleton. So while those around me are diving down at leisure, I am here...hugging this rock of ambition and purposes greater than thrills and risks on a whim--hugging me. I'm not ready to dive and risk the possibility that, upon impact, my spirit would be stripped from my core and my core would be split in two and there would be no me to defend myself against the impending pleasures of the world...hovering just above the murky waters smelling of red clay and a good time.