Poetry

Free Falling

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My legs are wobbly

I’ve seen too much

A building of events

So easily out of touch

The ground is uneven

Air is heavy to breathe

Balance is upended

On a midsummer night’s eve

The fall is scary

A bottom unseen

Weightless it may seem

Until the bottom is near

Panic in my chest

Fear in my heart

A prayer for an answer

An end I’m unsure of

Falling in freedom

Catching in haste

Feathers and Dust

Rocks and bricks

The fall is desired

Ending is not

Weightless and worry free

That’s where I find me

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