On Busting Through

Sky,

your cloud tiers,

like a wedding dress,

all ruffles & chiffon,

tease,

showing a little leg,

& I thank you for that.

The ache

is manageable now.

Where before I bloated

with the weight

of all the absorbing,

now I’m lean

& mean to lift my skirts,

dance, inspired,

not in spite of you.

I’ll have cake,

toss handfuls of rice,

release myself--

To you, sincerely.

For Kerry’s prompt to the Real Toads: Conversation