Motion

There's a feeling of uneasiness
that well known nervousness
unlike fear, it's anxiousness.
Not fearing the jump from the cliff
but the exhilarating emotion of flying
wings, wind, certainty
and the sudden loss of gravity.
Almost dizzy
drunk in anticipation
like when her clothes fall on the floor
in sweaty slow motion.
It's achieving, conquering
remembering all the selfish sacrifices
all the effort
and more than that
how I've had to chain, and choke
punish and torture my mind into submission.
Under a storm of blackmail and extortion
I finally got it to believe in me, 
to obey me,
for I am King.
Even when so many doubted me,
But, will you be there?
sharpening arrows and besieging my enemies?
or will you sit still, motionless
like the boring Rapunzel, waiting to be rescued.