Knowing When You'Ve Grown Up

Here it is,
The edge.
The space below you is,
Just is.

Fall?
You will not fall,
You will float.
You've found a peace within you.

Here it is,
The pledge.
God's trace, bellow nuance.
Toughness.

Fall?
Yes, you're falling.
Not floating.
You're bound to flee thin youth.

Here it is,
The edge.
Change.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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