Newton Poem by Melissa Joy Chesky

The inevitable;
this is more than the Laws of Newton.
You'll always pull me back in - the Foolish Fish,
the center of my existence.
You pull me out of my Dream Clouds
my Abyss
back to that bed; its plaid gushing with memories buried.
Root me to that spot, Old Friend.
Dare to dream of breaking unseen seams,
because it seems
it'll never happen for me.
I'll try to repel from your grips,
but I know I'll be back
In Hell, soon held by Tethers Invisible.
To dream without you,
to be able to float above the fog,
is more than Newton could permit me
when you became Gravity
and I began to have
Substantial Weight - my Heavy heart
anchoring me to yours.