I don’t know when I stepped off a cliff,
but I did.
It’s obvious to me
becoming obvious to others.
I never said, “I stepped off a cliff”
but I did.
There are no nets.
I was born a coward, or nurtured to be that way (I don’t know which)
and now, I am trying to become something else.
I reached a moment of desperation
where my life wasn’t worth much
I began to do acrobatics
For a while, I pretended they were there, but now
I know they’re gone.
Safety Nets catch more fish than monsters of the deep,
and I have become a monster
in my own mind.
(Disclaimer: This is only a figure of speech—and should not cause my readers to worry about me. I am a psychologically well-adjusted friendly monster—I promise.)
There’s a Bogie film I watched when I was in 4th grade,
where the man on the flying trapeze says, “No nets.”
And then he falls hard.
I don’t intend to fall hard.
2 thoughts on ““No Nets!””
I tried to do away with the nets before I jumped, knowing it would make me jump higher. But I jumped and still fell into a love I couldn’t catch. 😔
lots of leeway
Nets aren’t necessary
Love is everything & it’s everywhere & it’s free
Falling is NOT failing
KNOTS can form string into a net
words say so much 🖖🏼