Promise

Dare I put a name

to that taste on the breeze?

to do so 2094_518382200796_6889_n

makes it real

not to do so

makes me weak

& still i

can’t tell

which option

scares me more.

Bell-like motes,

heady & instantly addictive,

swirl against my skin–

falling, flying–

urging me to

stand & define.

For the first time, maybe ever

I feel like I can take a breath.

For the first time, maybe ever

I choose reality over fantasy.

For the first time, maybe ever

When facing the future, I open my eyes.

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