A Story - Pt.2 Poem by Aimee Nell

Falling
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And I fall,
And I fall.
The victim of broken promises,
And webs of lies.
Falling off the cliff that once swore
To always give me level ground to stand on.
And I fall,
Never knowing if or when I'll reach the bottom.
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Drowning
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And as the ground comes up to meet me,
It is water that ends my flight.
Cold water,
Shocking me as the chasm's freezing air never could.
And I drown.
Lost in the memories and mistakes of so many past lives.
The river surrounds me,
To suffocate me.
And it floods into my lungs.
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New Air
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Then, just as I close my eyes to sleep forever,
A breath of new air crashes through my chest,
Making me breathe again.
Air not untainted,
But full of life.
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Hope
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And a branch floats by my hand,
As if reaching out to grab it,
If only I am strong enough to grasp it.
And I take hold with a tentative clutch.
Letting myself hope that it won't break.
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A New Day
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And it carries me down the river,
Always keeping me afloat through the freezing water.
Through the dark as the sun shows signs
Of beginning a new day.