Sometimes I perch
And contemplate:
A step forward-
A rush of wind upon my face-
And then-
Nothing.
Do not worry though,
Those moments are fleeting,
I know
my wings
Prevent my fall.
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" I know
ReplyDeletemy wings
Prevent my fall."
Which is why birds are infinitely luckier than I. I look down in terror because I know my human body has no means of preventing a fall.
We all have things that prevent our fall, maybe not just wings. However, to have the freedom to safely step off into nothingness and fly, just once, would be pretty cool!
ReplyDeleteCaptures nicely what we can only imagine - how it feels to fly.
ReplyDeleteLovely! What the feel to fly must surely be. Nice!
ReplyDeleteNice one! Well written.
ReplyDeleteWings would definitely be nice to have sometimes...
ReplyDeleteNice... I like this. Something stops us from that step.
ReplyDeleteI think we all feel hesitation, but have to trust our instincts at some point (wings would help, though!)
ReplyDeleteThere's a wise metaphor tucked into your words.
ReplyDeleteLovely words-makes one wish for wings-of some kind-to prevent our falls:-)
ReplyDeleteDivine and enlighten poem ~ Wonderful! ^_^
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This is very thought-provoking. What do we each have that prevents our fall? Nice job.
ReplyDeleteMy parachute is riddled with holes. Probably explains a lot.
DeleteNicely done, Rachael.
Very profound words. Well done!
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