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Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Poem: Precipice

Standing on an edge of glass
Wind screaming in my face
Is it tears or blood running down my cheek?
Dizzying space beyond
A butterfly of hope
A mirage of courage
Is it my dreams or my pride I chase?
Empty air above
Devastation below
Or is it freedom before me?


I'm beginning the process of transferring my work from Triond to here. Here's a poem I wrote about risk taking. From 2008.

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