falling

[moonbird]

i am falling
through the air
my hair streaming
out behind me
like ribbons

i do not look down
i can sense the cold ground
growing ever closer
with each passing second

the air is cool on my skin
it lifts away
my pain
my sorrow
leaving me pure

i close my eyes
and smile

i am not afraid

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I find no solace nor victory here. Wish I hadn't read it... too visceral (sic). Raw.

Good job !

[breathtest]

has a good flowing pace which i like very much, particularly first two stanzas.