shapes,
changing
constant
motion
vision
blurred
breath
caught
moments
passing quickly
time
standing still
lost
without direction
destination
in sight
between
here and there
unease
at the core
rough,
raw, ragged worn
soft,
smooth, tender, healed
on
the precipice I stand
feet
close to the edge
breath
deeply inhaled into lungs
leap
out into the unknown
fear
strength
boldly
spring
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