Beyond the veil of fear you find
death's illusion lurking in your denial
taking away your life within every breath
that you refuse in hesitation to inhale as if it
might be the last you resort to clinging afraid
to jump across the abyss you know is painted
in the tears of regret you cry each day you sit
in your conflicted knowing unable to move on
even as these hands growing from your own
sweet mercy beckon you to fall un-asleep
into the bliss of flying free without a net
that has no need to be because
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