Tumble, tears, tumble.
Today I will not stop you.
I gave the sign and now the guide rope has been cut
The ground has been flooded
The shrinking ledge on which I perch is now but a brief resting place:
A hard climb up? A painful fall down?
What is at the top?
What is at the bottom?
If I stay here in this tiny place with only room for one –
One scared
One unprepared –
How long before I tumble?
{{{hugs}}}
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Sorry – last comment was from me. {{{hugs}}}
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I hope you are feeling better now than this sounds xx
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On and off, thank you, yes. Scary couple of weeks. And sorry I’m so behind with replying to comments xxx
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I really like this, Rachel, esp. the first 5 lines, which I think are really poetic – taut, visual, metaphorical, dense.
Mum xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
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