The rush of danger and tiny people below
How should one feel 40 feet in the air?
Frantic, my answer, for even if that tree is merely leg's length away
It’s a canyon up here
Stop egging me on
Allow me to seek my retreat
Fall line?
What? Who cares, I’m not mad
If you, daredevil, wish to pursue the course of high ropes
Suit up and take my place!
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Who I Am
PoetryCollection of poems that speak to the human experience. Love, heartache, bullying, writing, find the record of the event here! Embrace what you know, leave preconceived notions at the door and unwind with Who I Am.
