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I never see the end coming

And before I know it,

An abyss is at my feet.

I’ve thought that over the years,

With all that training

And the vanishing of the ground under my feet,

I’d have enough muscle to hold on and not be shaken off

By those earthquakes…when all of a sudden

I’m again left behind in the tale.

I never see the end coming

Before I fall.

Then came the day I reached the ground of the abyss

And I’d already thought that falling

Was the hard lesson.

The crash that swallowed me inked its explosion

Into my program.

Without motion, you either decay

Or end up destroyed unprotected.

So move, even when the soil under your feet

Fails you.

Back in another story, I reached heights and found solid ground yet again.

Still, I never saw the end of the tale coming.

And before I knew it,

An abyss was at my feet.

I’d thought that over the years,

I’d finally have learned that abysses fail at tranquility

And like nomads, leave their trails of travel in our lives;

Catalysts.

Then I remembered

The sound of my breaking bones

Kissing the cold abyss ground

At deadly speed.

“So move, even when the soil under your feet

Fails you”.

And before I knew it,

I soared over the crumbling earth

And let the wind give my wings of Resilience,

Unfolded by memory,

The support that kept me safe

From another crash

In the abyss.

Today I get to almost feel

The end coming.

Experience.

And even if my heart

Shatters from within

At the thought of an earthquake

And another loss of all I’ve passionately built,

I allow Gratefulness

To travel along the stream of my salty tears

On my cheeks.

For I would get the chance

To fly

Once more.