daily poem 4 • 7/6/18 “the cliff-watcher”
daily poem 4               •         7/6/18








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this is a re-upload because commaful glitched while i was trying to upload a new poem, oops

daily poem 4 • 7/6/18 “the cliff-watcher”

sweet comfort is thought.

sweet comfort is thought. in the mind, isolation

sweet comfort is thought. in the mind, isolation is really the only certainty

sweet comfort is thought. in the mind, isolation is really the only certainty that you can secure.

but it’s just as so damaging.

but it’s just as so damaging. little pains find their way in,

but it’s just as so damaging. little pains find their way in, as i sit looking up at others

but it’s just as so damaging. little pains find their way in, as i sit looking up at others who take a leap and sprout wings.

because, look:

because, look: i’ve seen my fair share

because, look: i’ve seen my fair share of the foolish leap from the cliff

because, look: i’ve seen my fair share of the foolish leap from the cliff only to discover they are mere mortals,

because, look: i’ve seen my fair share of the foolish leap from the cliff only to discover they are mere mortals, with no saving grace upon their backs.

i’ve nestled myself into thinking:

i’ve nestled myself into thinking: “i won’t be them”.

i’ve nestled myself into thinking: “i won’t be them”. no way will I be a not-bird

i’ve nestled myself into thinking: “i won’t be them”. no way will I be a not-bird and have to mend my wounds after i fall.

but...

i’ve gotta admit that it’s tempting.

i’ve gotta admit that it’s tempting. not only that, it’s...agonizing.

i’ve gotta admit that it’s tempting. not only that, it’s...agonizing. because just as much as they break their bones,

T h e y H e a l

and find their way back up the mountain,

and find their way back up the mountain, somehow...

and find their way back up the mountain, somehow... some w a y...

and find their way back up the mountain, somehow... some w a y... finding the will to leap again.

is that foolish?

is that foolish? or is that...

is that foolish? or is that... l i v i n g ?

because just as often as I’ve noticed

because just as often as I’ve noticed those that cry when they hit the ground,

because just as often as I’ve noticed those that cry when they hit the ground, i’ve noticed (curiously)

because just as often as I’ve noticed those that cry when they hit the ground, i’ve noticed (curiously) that those who take flight

because just as often as I’ve noticed those that cry when they hit the ground, i’ve noticed (curiously) that those who take flight have bandages on their arms.

i wonder what it’s like up there.

i wonder what it’s like up there. i wonder if i shall go up there.

i wonder what it’s like up there. i wonder if i shall go up there. but i know i shall not go. not soon.

i wonder what it’s like up there. i wonder if i shall go up there. but i know i shall not go. not soon. because sweet comfort is thought.

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