Free Fall

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The premise behind this poem is that a life worth living involves risk. Although we prefer the safe and secure option of walking along a familiar path, much is to be gained from leaping off from the metaphorical cliff into the unknown.

 

 

It's lonely out here on the precipice.

Does no one want to join me here?

I'm look out over

the

graveled edge.

Reckless abandonment beckons me

into the ebony

abyss

of

possibility.

 

In my mind's eye,

I see myself

fall.

The

roar

of

exhilaration

fills

my blood.

 

To let

go

is freedom so rare.

To have my fingers

prised from

holding

onto my

hopes

and

my

fears.

My last

chance

to start

and begin again.

A clean slate

an empty page.

No

regrets.

 

It's lonely out here on the precipice.

Does no one want to join me here?

 

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