The Drop

Rooftop meditations
sunshine medication
climbing so high yet
confined to a cage
what are these fears
these limitations
that make my chest ache
make me gasp for breath

pink blossoms choked out
by an early spring freeze
so much potential
growth and then loss; growth, loss
learning to let go
while digging in claws
wronging past-life rights
repeating stale patterns

I could stay up here forever
but I’d fall of in my sleep
the climb alone could kill me
but the drop, the drop could rebuild me
a system reboot to
shake off years of rust
an overhaul at the basest level
once full of breath, returned to dust


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