My soul aches for a place where I can lie on the ground
Grip the earth and gaze into the sky.
Breathing deeply.
Slowly.
Inhaling my surroundings.
Mindful of the aromas of nature. Of life.
Mindless.
Unbusy.
An escape.
A safe haven.
Away from the torrent of spiders, gnats, and scorpions.
The torment.
Away from it all.
A place to pretend venom doesn’t exist.
That stings don’t linger.
That healed wounds don’t still ache.
I wanted so much more.
I want so much more.
A place to remember that strength can be soft, gentle.
Oh, I am restless for the sky.
I hunger to get away from it all.
Mindless.
Unbusy.
To slip my shoes off, to be one with the earth
To dream of the clouds, the stars, and space.
Somewhere new.
Be something new.
So, I’ll anchor myself so I don’t float away.
A hitchhiker on a sailboat to Jupiter.
Grip the earth. Gaze into the sky.
Breathe.
– by Amy Lee Creel
Sincerely, Amy Lee 