The Life I Needed

Tempting temptress, your plea for me leaves me grounded. Locked in your stifling grasp, I am sewed to the dust. Chest down, my head level to the land, my premier eye can see a glimmer of the sky on the horizon. I loved Terra Firma and embrace her still, but with the insurmountable awareness of the beauty that kindles above my back. I lust for the fire that lingers there and wish to flea to it.... But the earthly cords gouge deep beneath the cage of bones that chambers my heart.... And should I leave for the sky, I will surely have to rip myself apart.... But I push and cry, and rip and whine, my efforts moisten the dirt. The light hits my eyes. Weakness and relief becomes me.... I die, chest open, my heart facing the sun.