{the plunge}

contemplation pen and ink in hand
raised daringly, glinting like the smile of a sharpened sword
ready to cut a noose hung so loose upon my neck
posed above icy waters
waiting to take the plunge.

slicing clean into this counterpart
the blood spills air, soaking into my lungs of sweet release
grant me this broken chain of freedom and happy-ness
ready to finally taste
the white waters of life.

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