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.
What if I fall?
But worse, what if I never jump?