Out of Balance

Walk with me to the edge,
Every fear, every moment
That says “no.”

Cast yourself with me
Into the deepest ocean,
Miles of dark blue beneath us.

Hold your breath just
Below the surface
….longing for that gasp of air,
….knowing it is your life,
….then breathe me.

Some say our lives need
….balance,
….want balance,
….perish without balance.

One instant of our touch
The near heat of your hand in mine
….will show you,
….the beauty, and depth of recklessness.

 

© 2017 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

 

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