Greatest of Ease

Poetry flows from me

On my commute

Between the breaks and gas, the red light doesn’t last-

Another poem lost under my boot

Maybe we’ll be OK no matter what we do

We didn’t look around to notice that we’ve had a safety net under us the whole time

I used to stress relentlessly, now I’m looking at things differently

Maybe life is a dream

Who’s to say that this trapeze is the only reality?

Flying won’t get you far if you are holding your breath

I’m learning to trust that I am safe

I’m learning to connect my hidden heart to my face

I have faced fears and I have climbed to great heights

I am ready to let go and fly

I exhale with a sigh, held by the sky

All while waiting for the next green light

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