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.
Another Wandering Soul 
A feast for all the senses – a painful one in parts, but a feast nonetheless
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thanks for reading 🙂
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i see the wisdom of letting go. nice thoughts.
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thanks
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You need to get in on the Weekly Writing Challenge. This week’s is Simile and Metaphors —> dig it: http://dailypost.wordpress.com/2012/10/01/weekly-writing-challenge-metaphor-and-similie/ — it’s yours for the taking — or mine! (:
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hmmm… tempting 😉
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