Always scared of falling, I clung
on
Holding fast to anything that
seemed secure
Eventually, it all gave way
And I dangled, desperately bracing
Against the inevitable screaming descent
Of my solid body to the ground
Finally, I jump
(Having exhausted every other option)
(Having exhausted every other option)
But instead of the expected
terrifying hurtle
I’m caught by a gentle upward draught
Stunned, I discover my
weightlessness
And the total absence of places
to land
All further struggle rendered
unnecessary
I like your poems so much, Fiona. They tell the story in the best way.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Malcolm. Really glad that they resonate.
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