What do you cling to?
What do you hold tightly in your hands,
squeezing with white knuckles and tight sinewed muscles?
Let it go.
Open your hands.
Release what you hold, what holds you.
What is there?
Are your palms empty and fingers tight?
Does the fresh coolness on your shiny sweat leave you wanting?
You are free.
Potential enriches your future,
and with it risk, challenge, and danger.
Will you fly?
Can you soar above?
Can you accomplish all that you dream?
You hold air.
Breath gives life, fleeting as wind.
Ethereal freedom holds its own heavy cost.