Fear of falling
Stand quiet on the sand and stone
where sunny, seesaw sounds are blown.
Where only I am quite alone,
Among the love and laughter
Look out across the granite sea,
Its glittering inconsistency,
And ask, are you afraid of me
Or indifferent to departure?
Blustered up on clifftop bleak
Some surety of step I seek.
Yen for connection makes me weak.
Will reaching send me over?
To certain broken, bloodied pain
upon the rocks, where promise drains
from wounds that will not heal again.
Heart silent ever after.
Do not mistake my urge to flight.
I yearn to scale such brave new heights,
To touch the sun, to best the fight
And fear of falling conquer.
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