Heroin

it only seems like you're flying

 

 

 

He lopes along, swinging his arms

singing a song,

his long legs like spaghetti noodles

floating in the watery winds.

 

He’s got secrets but little else;

nothing holds him to the earth.

He flies all too frequently, and too high.

 

But Nature exacts a cost for

such defiance and gravity extracts a toll;

when passing thru the doors of perception

One emerges many, pieces of a whole.

 

We all know the tale of Icarus

carried away on the wings of arrogance

‘tis but a myth. The winds of Justice keep you falling,

never to land.

 

Such wisdom comes from experience

and cannot be taught, nor given.

Force is tempered by expedience but

true peace is the Providence of Heaven.

 

 

Author's Note

i changed the title; it now refers much more explicitly to the family scenario which inspired the writing. not sure i like it.
title suggestions welcome.