Most of the time, I felt my legs were too weak
How could I make it over the wall?
I can't even begin to face it, let alone jump
Worthless
Yet in time, it felt less so
Yes, I have fallen. Yes, my bruises have run deep.
But today, I am standing
As was I yesterday
Yet when I have been, I did not notice
I saw, but didn't truly understand
My shoes, the sole, near the ball of my feet
All used up
But here I am.
Again today, as I was yesterday, standing.
When all this time, I thought my legs were weak.
Standing, I see.
I see what's over the ledge.
And I'm ok with not knowing what will happen once I jump
I don't need to know
That's new.
I felt I needed to know.
To control where I would land.
But once you let go
And land where you land, you are free
For once you land, regardless of the terrain
You will stand, as you are today.
As you did yesterday.
For your legs carry the weight of your sole.
12:14
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Two Five Nine
PoetryA collection of poems , all written at midnight during the Covid-19 Pandemic. Streams of consciousness, ranging from all ends of the emotional spectrum.
