There’s a sadness in me I cannot find expression for.

I’m almost there.

The floodgates have been open for a while.

And still yet the river flows with force and intensity,

the intensity of tension

bound in every muscle.

I want to let go.

Standing at the precipice,

in my heart I fly

in my head I’m gripping tightly on the reins.

I know what I want to feel like

but everything before has been about control and discipline

This is about the undefined, the ambiguous, the free.

It’s scary.

What if I fall?

But worse, what if I never jump?

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