Flight

Standing on the ledge,
watching the sun
set on the horizon,
as it lends the sky
its pink and orange haze.
The wind blew fast,
shaking the rickety ledge
I'm standing upon.
The fear came crawling in,
trapping me inside this
cageless prison.

My knees locked,

my grip tightened,
with a deep breath I
let the shudder pass.
I thought of two ways
to land my feet on the ground:
Should I climb down the wall
with my eyes closed?
Or should I leap instead
and learn how it feels
to fly even just for a little while?

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***Just a tip of the hat to my current read because this book is giving me too many feels. ;)