"Fear is the heart of Love..." -Death Cab for Cutie
We learn to walk tightropes at a young age
tipped toes and balancing acts. We fall
for suspenseful pauses and no safety net. We
tred lightly.
I have fallen from taunt wires more times than I care to admit,
claim invincibility or pretend to stand
wobbly skinned knees, bloody knuckles; I climb up the ladder again.
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