Wake

My stomach drops
Like a faint
Heavy
And without warning
It is on the floor
Breathless
Unconscious
Limp
An unwanted anchor
That keeps me
From moving, sprinting, climbing, freeing
My body
Of the weight
Of knowledge
That I am not-
Not enough
Not right now
Not yet
Not like that.
And even though that ship has sailed
This anchor drags
Me behind it
Scraping every
Stone, catching every reef,
Blinded by its wake and bruised, not
by the movement, but by my inability
To let go.