Open the window, step on the ledge and jump
So certain that I will fly
I look down at you one last time and let myself smile
I know that I will never see you again
That I no longer need you in order to find my wings
I am growing perhaps - in confidence, hope and safety -
Casting aside the magical thinking that helped me survive -
But also stopped me being (real)
As the air wooshes and pink-ens my cheeks I feel alive
Of course I must thank you but perhaps the best thank you
Is to take a lesson and turn it into each baby step forward
I like the feeling of being free in so many ways
It is like unshackling the chains around my chest and being able to breathe
When morning comes I will step back down, close the window
Open the door and be. Whisper. Thank you. Good bye.
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