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Learning to Fly

 

Standing on a precipice.

 

Heartstrings anchored to the

lives and loves of familiar faces.

 

Loosed.

 

The sacrifice gifting freedom,

allowing yourself to be free.

 

 

The stomach lurches. A mirror

held up to complacent connections

otherwise invisible. The pain

marking quality, value.

 

Fear of loneliness hollows

the bones but

the skeleton refined

 

allows all to fly.

 

 

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