Dichotomy of Freefall
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One of my dearest friends completed suicide in 2018, jumping off a building. Years later I tried connecting the sense of freedom I felt cliff jumping into a quarry when I was a child, and melded the two together. Written in 2021.
Summer soil melded
between bloodied feet.
There is gravel stuck
between bone and soul
in their arch. A curve,
a signature that belongs
to an individual, it is
yours and only yours.
It leaves a mark on that cliff
where children beat the heat
to feel gravity’s sobering pull.
Water is the safety net,
some simply wish to go from
Sixty to one hundred percent.
Maybe then there is freedom.
I think I know how it felt
when he left scuffed marks
and solemn remarks.
There was only shoeprints and
concrete. But there was also a
cracking of a shell,
and water flowing from its dam.
Who am I to blame a man
that wished to feel
freefall forever.
Copyright © B. Andrew Kelly | Year Posted 2024
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