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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