When the ground tears open at my feet, revealing
Gaping toothless mouths black enough to swallow tears in their pitch
Somehow I’ve always kept one foot on solid earth
Toes digging into cold soil, desperately gripping the planet
Hanging on to survival
For what remains of this life
As if I would hold on forever
The most difficult thing
Would be to fight the instinct to survive
To let go, throwing myself down
Correcting this instability
Righting this little wrong
People say that doing the right thing is the most difficult
They also tell me I should stay
I say they should all
Go on
Move on
Do their best
Know it was me, not them
Love each other
Support each other
Come together in compassion,
gratitude, and connection
With or without me
February 2-9, 2025
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