We could have jumped
directly off the cliff
but instead,
we're paragliding.
These winds of change
are terrifying, tough, and turbulent.
Still, our stomachs are in knots.
Still, we wonder where we'll land.
Still, we will coast,
eventually
to the bottom.
And maybe I won't be scared
of heights,
falling,
or the ground
by the time it's over.
Jan 23, 2019
Jan 23, 2019 at 1:38 AM UTC
We could have jumped
directly off the cliff
but instead,
we're paragliding.
These winds of change
are terrifying, tough, and turbulent.
Still, our stomachs are in knots.
Still, we wonder where we'll land.
Still, we will coast,
eventually
to the bottom.
And maybe I won't be scared
of heights,
falling,
or the ground
by the time it's over.
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