I stood on the edge of the canyon
an audience spectacle
too many voices to listen to
while cascading past natural
rock formations,
hard, brittle, scathing returns
the body bounced across the horizon,
so quickly, so deep into the earth,
unrecognizable meeting its end.
What is it goes through a person’s mind
in mid-air, a descent beyond
the imagination,
complete fear,
no longer attached to the soil,
a free fall of choice
when the world seems beyond
our own desire to walk with security.
When does the jumper decide to ignore
the reality of love that exists around their
broken dreams, unsettling fears,
when again do they come to terms
with the pain they inflict
upon others when it is them, they
him or she
that is fighting some demon
designed to task their soul
to forgive themselves
without impulse.
Do the shadows ever disappear
or are we mortal dependents on fear.
apersonaljourney - stories of love 
2 thoughts on “The Effort”
Kelly
I don’t think they ever disappear, but you can choose where & how they’re casted.
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a quiet man
Yes, I completely agree, thanks
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