Wednesday, September 24, 2014

On the Edge

Morning breaks upon a form atop narrow precipice
A day spent striving not to fall, not to fail
Beautiful panoramas proffered but ignored
Attempting perfection, pleasures spurned
A prisoner guarded by motionless butterflies
Exhausting effort exerted, stoic stillness
Fear of fluttering wings, consequences unknown
Tired eyes stare, willing minutes to forever pass
Secretly wishing nightfall, for nothing, for peace
However, if dawn returns bringing the same fate round again 
May erstwhile day be remembered
Though the ground seem far away and surrender unconscionable
Flying is only learned by at first letting go and falling. 

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