Acrophobia

She had a dreamcatcher on her back that was tatted there to catch her aspirations before they escaped her
Intricate weaving weeping out any that shouldn’t be there
It rests just under hair
With feathers there to weather the storm, so she could soar above the clouds
WOW
She’s fly
Even when life throws her partly cloudy skies
She got foresight clear enough to navigate to her destination
Nations mingled into her single complexion restin beneath a tattoo
But covering a work of art
I’m tellin you, she’s fly
And she don’t even know it.
Refuses to get high off the air up there
Yet her feet are placed sound on the ground
Sometimes unsure of her next step
Unrest requests her soul to walk among us as a rule
But her spirit obeys no laws at all.
Not even gravity.
She’s fly.
And if you ever wanna ascend to her level
You gotta give in to the wind
And ride it.
She is why I am no longer afraid of heights.