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Searching no more
I have found it
The truth of me
The essence of my spirit
My purpose
It stands before me
In its enormity
And grandeur
Just being this close
It drives vigor
Into my veins
My mind
My soul
I have but to let go
And let God
To fall into it
Fall where I may
But I don’t
I can’t
I won’t
I cower
I cling
To fear
To comfort
To stability
My heart screams “Go”
My mind whispers “Not now”
And so I stand
Motionless
Lifeless
On the precipice
Of living my dream
And
The life I only dream of

Poetry, Writing

Precipice

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