I've lived my life,
balancing precariously on a wire.
A delicate balance,
Somewhere between bliss and disaster.
One day I realized
The beauty is in the fall.
So I jumped with arms open,
Floating in the unknown.
When I hit the end,
disaster descending around me,
I'll hold out my hand.
Will you climb the latter?
Would you jump with me?
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Speaking to Lost Souls
PoetryA collection of thoughts and emotion. Forgive me. I have a poet's soul, but not a poet's pen.
