Above Hell
May 3, 2018
It feels as if the whole world is against me.
There is a weight on my shoulders as I walk across a thin glass floor,
It shatters.
As I fall there is a slight hesitency,
Wondering if I should fall or grab onto the ledge.
I grab on.
As I pull myself, I am careful of the sharp edges.
I am up.
I feel light, I feel free.
The world is no longer against me.
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