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April 20th 2015

Fettering and failing

I'm hanging off

a cliff

a once safe refuge

that eroded before

I learned of it.

too lax

and lazy

that I

let much

pass

too free in my

self

that I'm now holding

on to what I can.

the ground far below

too far to truly

see

it's easier to hang on

than tempt to lose

me

As my strength wanes

fear comes great in

sight

a setting of silver

dined for my blight.

After more time

I have to retreat

stop holding on to

this cliff

and let

go of me.

figeting victoriously

as I fall through

the air

thinking of every spot

seen

as one good enough

to dare

testing and trying

but none stop my

fall

I continue

on

but

wonder

for

how

long.

comfort and safety

I find in closed 

eyes.

the darkness passes

time easier than

fading lies.

that  I open them

up

when light is prefered

to find myself not

falling

but crouched and

unhurt

a quick glance to

the surrounding

tells me much

a forest I've found

it seems untouched.

Coming to my feet

I brush the past

away

no room to fall

here

just learn

to be me.