the fabric that was my twisting stomach is unwinding and floating skyward with the breath of time.


my eyes face south but my heart rises in weightless anticipation. what once was anxiety that tethered my shoulders to the dragging weight of expectation i am watching what i have tied to hundreds of balloons, one by one, begin to lift off the ground. i am so privileged to be able to watch colorful balloons of accomplishment decorate the sky.