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» fly

i know what it's like to fall
to slip from the branches of reality
and hurtle through the leaves
to brace for impact, and 
still break when i crash

i've done it a million times before
i'm bruised, i'm battered, i'm tired, i'm done
and i don't want to get back up

but i do
i have to
i climb and i climb and i see daylight
it's a false alarm
but i keep moving 

and once i start
i can't stop
i don't want to stop
inevitably, something will
but i want to keep going

i know how to fall, yes
but i know how to fly. 

[ 2.18.21 ]