Pavement
The night was cold on the balcony
Of my old apartment complex,
5 stories in the air,
Gave me a great view of the trees.
The only light was the streetlamp
And the stars
And the moon.
And I wondered
How the air would feel
Whipping through my hair.
And I wondered
If the pavement
Would be a good pillow.
And I wondered if,
After my body
Touched the ground,
I would still feel alive.
I didn't take a leap tonight,
I didn't think of it two nights prior,
I don't think I'll ever jump.
So, I'll keep to myself,
These thoughts I have,
About the thrill of soaring.
Copyright © Vanessa Rodriguez | Year Posted 2023
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