thin

here where every step
triggers a memory
of that time once before
where i said yes
in spite of the certainty of failure

[and fail i did]

here where every step
reminds me of the paper thin
line on which i walk
where neither side
on which i might fall
holds any chance of survival

here i take a breath
of the air that’s filled only with the question
of faith

and say yes

anyway.

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