Tremulous steps
Toward the depth
Of your grand canyon of
These things
Captivating...can’t walk away
Knowing certainly death awaits over the edge
An old hurt struggles...can no longer keep its hold
A new life gleaming
Appealing...held in those hands
Afraid...no more
I’ve looked to those hills...
My help was revealed
With no parachute
No thinking...just feel...
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