Monday, 22 October 2018

Fall or fly

I want to climb
to the topmost tip
of this tallest tree

to feel the breeze move its branches
and sway with my own weight.

As I climb
I feel the criticisms of self
I carry
my ‘I can’t’ list
dripping out of my fingertips
oozing out of my toenails.

I can climb freely.

In the bare branches
I am safe, held
by a fierce heart
and a trusting fearlessness.

Wind moves around me
birds fly above me
only me and the sky.

I balance on the most fragile tip

and jump

to fall or fly.

© 20 Oct 18

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