One choice is made;
A break in contrived resolve.
Our soul, now wide open,
guard unlocked and exposed
Our fears and trepidations
refined by our fiery unconscious
are slowly handled with care at first;
in our eyes burn pure like the finest gold.
With reckless abandonment,
our arms now open in welcome,
we jump from the great height
Knowing the floor will crush in the end.
Why do we take to flight
when the high stakes lead to loss?
Our reason's so simple in theory.
The freefall: worth more than the world.
To taste of it is to see
if but just once at the banquet table.
Indulgence outweighs theology,
altering our character; legacy to transcend
Wings of flight
……..we fall:
Air so sweet,
no thought of ground.
Jen DeBellis for Sarah Jones, August 2009
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