Sometimes living poetry

Is like looking into a deep, dark chasm

I see nothing

I feel nothing

Yet I know something is out there

In there, within the darkest depths

And suddenly and without any explanation

There I just step

Falling, falling, falling

Into a place I know not

To a destiny I know not

Yet I feel the air around me growing thicker

And there is a slowing of my descent

And I feel my wings getting stronger

Strong enough to simply put them forth

And the air builds up below me

And now I am headed back up towards the lights

Able to see where I just journeyed

Seeing creatures and creation like never before

Seeing myself like never before

And it all started at the edge of a dark chasm…



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