I feel this extreme sense of uncertainty.
as if I am standing at the edge of a waterfall.
Knowing full well that the water will catch me,
I simply fear gravity's thrall
pulling
pushing me
I simply don't feel ready.
to face the fall
to face love.
heartbreak.
danger.
adventure.
I beg only for a net
to catch me.
Why couldn't God have blessed me
with wings so that I
could soar the skies,
without fear of what lies
below me.
give me time
to jump
when I am ready.
God, I am begging--
if not wings--
give me the courage
to live the life I want.
give me the courage
to just jump.
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Letters to the Old Soul
PoetryThis book was written for the girl with an old soul. my journal full of memories and stories; These poems are honest and true of the wonders and scary things that occur in life as one grows older. These are the documents that illustrate the evolutio...
