I have dreamed of visiting space.

Tethered by nothing and restrictions lifted.

A taste of the power I am missing out on.

Given room to move and thrive.

The glitter of stars my only companion.

Perhaps I could be happy there.

***

I delude myself.

Separation from all can never be true freedom.

What I seek is just the power I was missing from the start.

Space does not contain the solution I seek.

It attempts to fill a gap with emptiness.

Improbable equation with an equally illogical solution.

***

Gravity is not my true enemy.

While I remain restricted, it also binds all I value to me.

Keeping it from floating just out of reach where I could never touch.

Diminishing the strength of the pushes I never truly meant.

An uncomfortable law that does not discriminate.

Equal order in the chaos.

***

I may not be equal, but gravity always is.

Immutable fairness that causes the weighty to fall and light to float.

It is not a bad thing that my soul is heavy nor my fault.

It just makes it all the more valuable.

Recognized as a thing of substance.

Just as gravity intended.