I did a brave thing today.
Brave things aren't always the wisest.
But sometimes you have to jump without looking.
Or you just won't jump.
I'm not sure how far,
but the freefall was invigorating
liberating.
The consequences, I'm not sure.
But I need to stand strong when I land.
Hold my head high without pride.
Was it the right choice?
It was a choice.
I'm not many things,
but I do prefer action.
Even if its after weeks of reflection.
I love this night.
And all the ones like it.
Attached, but fractured.
Held
but at arms length.
Afraid, but facing down the wall of twilight
hopefully
not alone.
With my heart I can feel her fingers in my hand.
Smell her hair, feel her smile.
In truth, the night is azure cold,
and the wind promises unseen pitfalls.
I will not turn back.
Its impossible now anyway.
On unknown's edge, I step forward
bravely anticipating
yet
another
fall.
Will you pull me back, embracing me in the tender familiar of you?
Cradle my broken body after the crash?
Or will you join me on the way down?
Will your tears warm me?
Will your kisses keep me from hunger?
Will your smile return me from the hounds of the deep?
Will your touch...
Can your touch pardon me of this mortality?
Bringing with it a moment's bliss that I can hold in eternity.
Or is my hand empty
as truth warned
before I took this
blind,
brave,
step.
