Feb. 13, 2017

Fly or Fall

And I felt like I was standing in the middle of a pause. 

I was suspended above the earth as I watched it inhale. 

And the moment before exhale, it's eyes shifted to me. 

And it was waiting,

and I knew it, 

and I made the only expression I knew how to. 

I jumped,


to the rock bottom,

not knowing if I would fly or if I would fall. 

And I learned that I had to make a gesture, 

yet remain unsure if I would in fact sprout wings, 

before they would ever grow.

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