The Leap Poem by Heather Z. Hanna
The Leap
I've made the leap.
From pan to fire.
Will I burn with my desire?
What comes next
Keeps me vexed.
To wait and wait for no reply
or
Wait until at least I die?
Something may come.
I'll be undone.
Excitement
or
Dissapointment?
Either is something
But either has different results.
We cannot know
Where the wind blows
But that it will blow
Is a lot to know.
(4.6.7)
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