How can you expect me

 to keep these feet

so firmly planted on the ground?

These feet don’t belong to me.

It’s not as easy as it sounds.

I was everything,

in every sense of the term.

I was the sun,

the moon,

the stars,

all

at

once.

            I was every sunrise

and every sunset,

every constellation,

every nebula,            

every black hole;

I was the universe and the universe was I and I was infinite.

I have fallen so far, so fast.

Slowly,

plummeting through the stratosphere,

Burning up,

Disintegrating back into stardust.

I have been power,

And I will be power again.

But I am bound so tight

 on such a thin string.

When am I going to snap?

Please just, save me.

(Source: scribbles-and-scratches)