The Unknown

it is a bitch –
to pry open the firm grip
fingers, struggling
one
by
one

and then

the fall
feared for so long
but

strangely pleasant,
unexpected.
all you hear
is the wind
screaming in your ears –
all you feel
is the wind
soothing your burning skin

until

feet hit solid ground,
hard but painless
and you stand firm, upright
for the first time in ages.

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