JUMP IN

At the end of the earth there’s

a diving board for each of us, where

grieving souls and soiled hands

search for a higher place; everyone

hopes for security.

 

Truth exposes itself in various colors;

nighttime is when the fear of alone is

invisible.  Long stories and dreams about

voices no longer present fill the cavity

of indecision.

 

It’s a long way out, like a

forest without paths or an ocean void of arrows.

Each of us comes to their own conclusion, hoping

for a safety net, after the jump.

 

 

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