Held by a string-
dangling
just high enough off the ground
for delusion
and simple pleasures
The idea of falling-
Well, it never crossed my mind
because I never realized I wasn't
supporting myself,
but when I cut the string
My whole base unraveled.
Alone with myself-
The first weeks were not good.
Lying on the ground.
bruised. crying. It's funny
because I spent so much time thinking
but I was really just replaying the same thoughts.
Think outside of your normal track,
and solutions begin to come-
The bruises will heal.
The tears will dry.
My mind- is ready
for everything that I have overlooked.
And for the first time ever, I know
I don't need anyone to hold me up.
Author notes
AP name: goodnight
I think sometimes you have to lose everything in order to gain anything.
A contest entry
- Loss, gain, and change (Philosophy) by SoulfulBubbles.
400 points, ended January 24, 14 entries
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