standing on the edge
fearless almost to the point of brazen
balanced and steady
solid on a resolve carved in stone
without hesitation or wonder
I step to the edge and fly
weightless on the wings
of belief and something pure
lost in the feeling
I close my eyes and soar
not realizing how far I’ve fallen
until
I hit
the ground…
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bam...a sobering reality...that we can not always fly as we hope...have def felt that before...
ReplyDeleteugh...so tough..the hit after the flying... and the best thing we can do is to get up and try it again..
ReplyDeleteYes, sometimes it does seem to take a backward look to see just how far we HAVE fallen. A dose of hard reality!
ReplyDeletethe ending is on target. I think too often we don't realize we're falling, or if we do, how far we've fallen, until, you hit the bottom. Strong write. Thanks for sharing with us.
ReplyDeleteI understand this. Well expressed.
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
Great poem! You caught me off guard with the ending, but the meaning is plain to see. Nicely done!
ReplyDeletenice - i used to have dreams like that, but always woke before i hit the ground
ReplyDeleteI know the feeling...tough when it happens. Reality can be such a downer :P I agree with Claudia, we should get back up, and learn to soar again.
ReplyDeletethe damn landing...why does it seems to hurt a lot of the time? :)
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