Smile

smile,
i've seen your world fall
upon your face
your body bent
like
weakened Atlas
this world is too heavy
to bear
only if you know how
leave it
let it roll upon other
people's back
get away from it
join me
i am air, floating, i am like air
drifting, i am an eagle
sightseeing
looking for my prey
my breakfast today
i am the rain
i am whatever i am
because i believe it that
way
because i can be
whatever i can be
a matter of choice
a decision to be light
lighter than
a red feather
brighter than the
crescent moon
steady like a
rock of Gibraltar
so temporary like
dew.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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