Do you see
how big is
the sky?

Control is
the illusion
one can contain
it in their grasp.

There is
terror in any
release-
what will
happen,
how will I
possibly…?

But there
is also freedom
found when
we let go,
and breathe
in something
bigger than
ourselves.

Skies
are meant
for floating,
not holding:

And it is only
when we wander
off the edges
of self, that
new beginnings
can begin.