Falling through clouds, as gravity battles for my soul
The needle I have inserted in my veins filled with music
Clouds morph to a sky of molten gray
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down
An elephant emerges, trunk raised,
Trumpets a response in Satchmo riffs,
"Jump on my back."
Gravity, not music, battles for my soul
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down
Clouds rain my mother's tears.
Thunders my father's wrath.
The elephant flaps his ears and flies away.
I'm falling through clouds again.
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down
Night ascends without the stars,
A deafening silence fills my ears
I cannot see; I cannot hear
I reach for my absent guitar,
As gravity battles for my soul
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down
I feel the sun's rays on my cheek,
A murmur of voices fills my ears,
The voices of heaven crawl over each other,
Trying to be heard.
“Hey man, move over man,
I don’t have no room up here!”
I am mute as gravity battles for my soul
Black hole pulling up
Earth pulling down.
The music still pulses in my vein.
About the Creator
Mindy Reed
Mindy is an, editor, narrator, writer, librarian, and educator. The founder of The Authors Assistant published Women of a Certain Age: Stories of the Twentieth Century in 2018 and This is the Dawning: a Woodstock Love Story in June 2019.
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