Deep breath. It’ll be okay, you tell yourself, or so you hope. Deep breath. You step forward and raise your head. You feel an arm linked in yours Holding you up and letting you go. Deep breath.
Deep breath.

It’ll be okay, you tell yourself,
or so you hope.

Deep breath.

You step forward and raise your head.
You feel an arm linked in yours
Holding you up and
letting you go.

Deep breath.
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aboyle4 Hi! I write poems and short stories!
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The Wedding (A Poem)

Deep breath. It’ll be okay, you tell yourself, or so you hope. Deep breath. You step forward and raise your head. You feel an arm linked in yours Holding you up and letting you go. Deep breath.

The cliff ends, beckoning you forward. You now stand on the edge, teetering between either past or present Deep Breath. And as you leap over and fall, you feel the pressure of a new hand in yours, softening the fall into the new waters.

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