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The Elemental Body of Risk


Flinting fire fairies fly As the dance of the phoenix burns inside And as that scorching heat burns eagerly Golden yellows, ruby reds, grow rapidly This blistering beauty seems to co-exist complacently, Are they willing to accept me? Sweat glistens down my sweltering skin Crowd so quiet, you can hear the sharp pearl drop of a pin And fearful, I look down into that mysterious abyss Knowing if I fail awaiting me is rejection’s lonely kiss I take a deep breath Whooshing wailing winds whining for freedom Unbearable pressure building like a pulsing rhythm Th-thump-thump Th-thump-thump My heart racing like Light itself Binding me from taking that life altering step I am afraid of such a big change Seems like Fear came early for the matinee Like the limbs on a tree during a tornado, I sordidly sway, And as uncertainty breezes through me I am blinded from my senses to the point that I can’t feel Numbed, I close my eyes and fight not to keel As I continue that unsteady pattern of toe and heel Grimy grit grinding between my teeth The earth begins to shiver at my trembling feet My hands won’t stay still as they boundlessly shake Just as uncontrollable as a Kansas earthquake If I fall will you be there to catch me? Even if that means my spirit could brake? What if I can’t find the strength to lift my head? For goodness sake! Questions without answers, like a world without life, have no purpose being here My toes hanging off the edge now Please, stand clear Peaceful contented pool of life Cleanse my shakes as I take flight Liquid blue of subtle rest Keep me still as I do my best Wet my nerves with your drips and drops Before they unrepentantly jump and I belly flop I want to rise from that deepest darkest part of the sea To be who, or what, I was born to be Fear, I command you to drown as I swim seamlessly I’m ready, and I open my eyes to capture the fullest effect of this ride With my pulse racing and nerves shocked I smile Only one shot, and I took it like 8 mile This burning passion was born from the ashes of that scorching fire Growing from that noble seed of influential desire As I fly with my wings of immense elation I soar above and beyond devastation Pure as freshwater and light as the happiest tear I have made it and I ask When it’s your turn to jump, will you accept the task?
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