Flying Inside Your Own Body – Margaret Atwood

Your lungs fill & spread themselves,
wings of pink blood, and your bones
empty themselves and become hollow.
When you breathe in you’ll lift like a balloon
and your heart is light too & huge,
beating with pure joy, pure helium.
The sun’s white winds blow through you,
there’s nothing above you,
you see the earth now as an oval jewel,
radiant & seablue with love.
It’s only in dreams you can do this.
Waking, your heart is a shaken fist,
a fine dust clogs the air you breathe in;
the sun’s a hot copper weight pressing straight
down on the think pink rind of your skull.
It’s always the moment just before gunshot.
You try & try to rise but you cannot.

–      Margaret Atwood

This pretty little thing was in my exam today, and it totally lifted my spirits up. It deals with pleasant thoughts of dreams contrasting with the harsh reality of our life. Although the poem shifts to the negative near the end, I was somehow more affected by the first part, and by the end of the poem I was still high on joy.

Hope you like it as  much as I do, penny for your thoughts?

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