Tumbling Down

Heart in my throat,
struggling to breathe
flutters in my stomach
tension in my hands
burning in my soul.

Arms raised high above my head
leaping off the edge
falling, windswept hair
tumbling, revolving, through the air
I am falling.

Catch me, catch me if you can
as I burst through the air
arms outstretched,
hoping to get caught in your
strong warm arms.

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