Face your fears,
they said.
And so I did,
diving from the ledge
and never looking back.
A fear and a fantasy,
both irrational.
Both unstoppable.
Both inevitable.
Feeling nothing but air
beneath my feet,
stinging my eyes.
People on the ground screaming.
Feeling strangely at peace.
Finding balance.
Succumbing to the great beyond.
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Bitter Bliss: A Poetry Collection
PoetryMy fourth poetry collection, raw and original. My deepest fears, most insecure thoughts, and cruelest wishes. 🖤🖤Trigger warning: everything🖤🖤
