so long
I’ve callouses
on my hands/knots in
my stomach. Swinging back
and forth/now I’m going to
plummet.

I held on
so tight
I’ve burn marks
on my fingers. No foothold
for me to linger. I’m a stone
sitting in a catapult
as my home.

I held on
so bravely
hoping someone
out there
would save me.
But there's not
a sole in sight.
So –
I let go
and took flight.