Hoping for the soft landing (a poem)

I seem to be writing a lot about paths these last couple of days…

In a moment of surrender to the free fall
I close my eyes and hope that I’m not mistaken
because I’m afraid of what comes at the end of the drop
I’m tired of the struggle and want it to stop
But I want to find the light that shows the path
so I never have to leave it again
and if I can find someone to walk it with
we might find a place to call home

(8 February 2015)


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