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An old throwback to a poem I wrote named Down. I thought it was time to move past it.

I love this hour of the night.

The point where I desire sleep

and these bones beg for rest,

Yet I pray tomorrow shall only 

provide

cascades of repetition.

Repetition I need,

as it succinctly charts my path,

ever reminding me that a life is

where you have been.

And I have been climbing.

Climbing,

avoiding idle daydreams, 

soliloquys,

regrets and memories, 

I find myself 

rising incessantly

though no footholds 

delve down.

I have learned how to fly,

and I have ceased the fall.

I

 find myself

rising incessantly

with no footholds

at all.

Author's Note

A link to the original written quite some time ago!

http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Moltengrace/1113670/

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

I do like this! You know I do!
Great to see new stuff coming out of you and love the tone.

[RFDIII]

Sometimes you have to flip the script and give yourself a new start before you can move forward. :)

[Matching Socks]

I love that! :)