To fall.
To fall endlessly would
be so pleasant,
instead of relentless
pain of holding on oh so tight
to what is dear
& known.
The rush of letting go,
succumbing to what may,
what could;
unseen.
Maybe it won't hurt anymore,
arms heavy with the weight,
heart slowed.
Face turned up to the sky
awash with pink, purple
hues as blood red slowly
diffuses & dissipates to
inky darkness,
black now
beneath the star that glowed.
It fades though doesn't it?
It sets,
passes,
returns
as if brand new.
To fall from a great height
& meet what is below
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Well written and thought provoking. Nice. Cheers
Thank you ♥️
If only it was easy to let go...
A truly Brilliant write!
Please forgive me
for hijacking your comments section, dear poet
I just wanted to take the opportunity to share
a concept or outlook on anxiety/dread/angst
I truly feel may be helpful...
(Kierkegaard's 'Angst', worded so poetic:
"freedom's Actuality as the possibility: of Possibility."
Kierkegaard uses the example of a man standing
on the edge of a tall building or cliff. When the man
looks over the edge, he experiences an aversion
to the Possibility of falling, but at the same time,
the man feels a terrifying impulse to throw himself
intentionally off the edge.
'Whoever has learned *to be anxious in the right way,*
has learned the ultimate…
Anxiety is freedom's Possibility, and only such anxiety
is through *faith* "{not necessarily religion, can easily be
faith in our own potential} absolutely educative, because
it consumes all finite ends
and discovers all their deceptiveness.)
I do love the punk rock philosopher...
Thanks L.B. I sent you a dm not that long ago but I don't know if it worked (I'm not so good with the technology). It was just to say that I read a book you recommended to me - 'Kafka on the Shore' and thought it was so beautiful. Such a strange and wonderful mix of philosophy, Greek tragedy, science fiction, epic adventure... It must have come from an incredibly creative mind. My favourite bit was at the end:
'Time weighs down on you like an old, ambiguous dream. You keep on moving, trying to slip through it. But even if you go to the ends of the earth, you won't be able to escape it. Still, you have to go there - to the edge of the world. There's something you can't do unless you get there.'
Anyway, just wanted to say thank you
Awesome
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