AND STILL BLOOM

Is it hard to hang

there, never touching

the ground, a stranger

to silly things like

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gravity?

How do you cling

to the heights

and still bloom

the most true,

tender shades of pink?

How do I join you,

wreathed in the ashes

of fear and the birth

of newborn courage?