Poem: Of Millstones and Skies


Of Millstones and Skies

The stone has been cut free,
no longer a weight around your neck.
You are free to rise, to run,
to fly to new worlds,
no longer ground,
no longer grinding.
no longer bound by fear by the need
to please
anyone but you and your God.

And those who choose to remain,
who cling to their stone
like an anchor in the deep sea
will die a victim
of tides and storms they themselves created.

They will hate you as you soar
never understanding
they too may fly,
when they release the stone
they cling to so fervently .

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