All we knew was falling.
Descending,
Blissfully.
Side by side,
floating away.
Needing a catch..
You got caught.
Tangled up,
In her arms.
so I kept floating...
Down, down.
I didn't crash,
Or hit bottom,
Simply came to a stop.
Dramatics never were me.
Taking everything,
But planting a seed...
Doubt.
Tiny, it grows.
And I did too,
Blossoming,
Hopeful.
Beautiful.
Now I sit at the top of my tree,
Looking out & around,
Loving every season.
Yet afraid of one,
The fall.
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