Letting GoA Poem by Erica
You take one last breathe and you let go.
Slowly your fingers slip off of the rail. The wind blows in your face, your hair flowing far behind you. You close your eyes, and a single tear runs down your cheek. Arms spread out, and a wave of relief goes over you. Finally free.
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