Breathe

"Life happens while you're making plans" was my inspiration.

I watch her
peering over the world,
clinging to the edge
of that eroding cliff,
muscles tensed and
tied in knots, 
tangled.

She watches as
we live our tranquil lives 
below her,
smiling, laughing,
loved.

I go to her, working my
tempting ways, asking,
begging
for her to finally let go,
to give in-
to breathe.

Wide-eyed,
unsurely, she wanders
leaps off the edge,
and learns to fly 

So we blissfully
dance across the tips 
of the clouds
together,
floating, falling,
free.

The End

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