Jumping Off Cliffs
They always said it was dangerous,
That chances need not be taken
To stay planted firmly on solid ground,
That jumping-letting go-
Meant a freefall until razors and rocks
Met you at the bottom.
But they always said a lot of things.
The edge is unstable.
Rocks tumble down the side into obscurity
Where only hope assures me I will not follow.
My breath comes like clouds-large and sudden-
Until passion drives me forward and the edge is behind
Where to my surprise, I fly.
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