Monday, May 11, 2009

Spinning.

I've spun in circles since I was a little girl:
Throw my arms out wide
and revel in the feeling of reckless abandon.
Forgetting that I might fall,
and worse, hit bottom.
Soaking up the freedom of it.


I still spin in circles,
but bigger ones
on the edges of cliffs.
Throw my arms out wide,
pull you in tight
and fling us into the abyss.

We hold fast to each other
and nothing else
as we race past the stars.
Maybe.
(Just a "maybe.")
We'll never find the ground...
Maybe we'll forever fly through the stars.
That single shard of hope is worth the risk of falling back to earth,
forever changed,
to tell someone how I used to spin in circles.

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