On the edge of a cliff
I stand,
head bowed,
hands clasping
the wrought iron form
of my heart,
not wanting to drop it
but needing to let it fall.
I don’t look
down below.
I don’t dare
try to ascertain
who might catch it
or whether
there is anyone
to catch it at all.
I simply loosen my grasp
and allow it to tumble
from fumbling fingertips
into the unknown.
Photo by Anna Urlapova from Pexels
The Yellow Brick Ave 
So beautifully written
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Thank you so much, Nick!
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I truly hope it is caught ☺️
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Same, even if not immediately. I’m at the point where I’m realizing that letting go and letting life is part of self-love.
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Self-love is so important. It’s not selfish, it’s about understanding what is important to you.
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Also, in letting go, I hope it can still be caught.
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Wonderful, Joy! 😊👏🏼😁
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Thank you! I missed your writing during the break you took, and I’m so happy that you’re posting often again!
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So kind of you. Thanks a lot. I’ve missed your writings too! ✨🌺
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A superb image of fallen love
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Thank you!
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The music video didn’t load when I first read your comment. That’s one of my favorite songs! I wasn’t thinking of it at all when I wrote the poem, but maybe it inspired it in ways I wasn’t aware of.
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Yeah … a fav of mine too .. and I big playlist of Airborne Toxic Events music 🎶😊😊🌏
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love is life
recreation
pro create
eliminate
the boy girl
bullshit
tilt a whirlz
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