small problematic symptoms of a terminal underlying fear
making the change you think you might want, won’t fix everything
it’s not just a word, it’s never just a word with me and you know that
I can’t ensure your safety when I’m asking you to jump off reality’s edge
no parachutes of normality to bring us down softly if we don’t grow our wings
nothing but gravity to judge us – so I’m working on developing my magnetic bounce


why I should give in, play small and hide my most glorious blessings
why deny the abundance of my hope, faith and love, or the delights of my whimsy
you say it’s a small thing, that it’s just a word – but if so hard to accept, maybe it’s true

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