sometimes we hang
on to a cliff for ages,
digging our fingers into the rock
and dirt,
bracing our knees
against the side,
finding foot holds
for our slipping boots.
we sweat it out,
hanging on for dear life.
we can't see what's above,
or what lies below.
but we can't stay in
this position forever,
so finally we give up
and let go, only to discover
we were just two feet off
the ground, and we're okay.
we're fine, the fear and
anxiety, the danger,
was all a mirage,
a figment of our mind.
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