Catapult (Vignette)

I.
Hold on, but not too tight
to feel the wind ruffle your feathers,
let life drag you through the mud,
pull you out again
just to let you fall

six more times, each time further
from the comfort of home.

II.
Roll over and gaze at the stars
Inhale birdsong from the atmosphere
exhale until you realize
how minuscule we are
in the scheme of things.

III.
Joy makes mountains move,
swaying in contentment
with a gentle tug of the heart,

but, valleys
are where lessons in adversity
leave an imprint,
pierce the skin with an ache
that makes you spring up
from normalcy;

stretch your boundaries
past stars you can’t see clearly
from here.

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Day 23 of NaPoMo (a poem a day in April for National Poetry Month.)