Upswing.

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Here, at last.
I am dangling at the top of this upswing.
At the top of my world,
Above all the pain that broke me
before making me strong.
Above the moon that I made love underneath.
Above the great heights I reached,
and overcame with a stride as I took off
flying as high as I could push myself.
I'm holding onto my doubt.
Wondering if I let go,
will I retrogress,
will I break from the fall.
I turn my head to the sun,
set my eyes on the stars.
I let go of the doubt,
let the gravity of freedom
carry me higher than I've ever felt possible.
The glass of expectations are broken,
and my freedom to love is pouring out.

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