Shrinking

Could it be shrinking?
Falling away,
being left behind?

Am I rising above?
Ascending to heights
as the past becomes miniature?

As my perspective changes
am I being catapulted
sent adrift
into massive empty space?

Space so large
while I’m so small
I’ve no sense of bearing.
Untethered

Like a dandelion’s seed
scattered to the wind
never to see the comfort of its home

Powerless to alter its course
or speed
a victim of the vicious wind

Tearing nursing babe from mother
Whisking lover from lover’s embrace
Pulling air from lungs

Soft warm relationships
of warmth and necessity
chased in front of the teeth
of the hungry wind

And as I run for my life
before the ravenous storm
I wonder

Will I ever get away?
To look behind
and not see it back there
behind me.
Just give me some distance
anywhere
but at my heels.

I want to see it shrinking
I want there to be more heaven than hell
I want to rise and leave it behind

Is it shrinking
or am I?

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