My heart bleeds
And yet my blood runs still
These pink and red tears
Unreserved
There’s a hole
That has no bottom
At least that I have
Found yet
And this fear of falling
Though through the air I slide
This mind likes to pretend
It has control
I am not lost
My course has no way
Free falling, flying, sliding
Embracing change
Change can often make us feel this way.
Beautifully expressed.
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