Grounded

When I woke up this morning I’ve forgotten how to fly. How to hover an inch above the solid ground and not feel the pressure of my body pressing me down. How to escalate without machinery or a hillside to hike. How to soar full-speed against the wind current. I’ve forgotten how to be the only one who can do something amazing. Be smug. Be proud. Be helpful.

Grounded I remember to be grateful.