Let Go
And I still hear
Let go, let go
The drop ain’t the devil
but this you’ll soon know
As the crack and snap of fingernails
Tells tales of old on skin of braille
When the Mighty Grip has slipped the lip
and down you dive
…four feet or so
So why the sweat and sticky tongue?
It’s all a gas
At least you’re young
White knuckles and a gator jaw
can’t stop the life leaving your lungs
Why struggle for the one-arm hang?
Dangling
like a desperate ornament
pining for the warmth
of a star
you can’t see
Eyes as wide as fishing nets
Frantic to catch a school of thought
to teach you how
to climb to safety
But hear me now
That drop ain’t the devil
and this ain’t no leap of faith
You’re a child with floaties on
standing in a kiddie pool
too scared to sit down
So close your stupid glassy eyes
and take your stupid big boy breath
Accept the common fear of life
and just Let Go
it isn’t death
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