I guess sometimes I have been known to take chances, make leaps, jump off a cliff without a parachute and just hope that I dont die from the impact of the water but then I wake up... and I am not drenched with water but with sweat. I do feel sadness but not much regret... I play the game cool and sleek without making too many bets and when all is settled and set I never forget that the reason I leap so hard is I am not afraid of falling or crashing or scraping a knee. I am not scared to jump, to fly high enough so others can see... I am not worried or afraid to show what I am made of... When all gloves are off and the rink closes in and I feel the sweat drip off my skin I throw one last punch with eyes closed hoping I will contact fist to face for the win. I remember the parachute and how I tried to use it, but the last one I used only had holes... I jumped anyway thinking I could learn to fly... I jumped so hard and believe me I wasnt afraid to die. There was only me and gravity and hope on my side, ignoring everyone when they told me that I could surely not fly. In their eyes I stared and stared their soul down for I knew that the only way to go was down not up. You can never fall fast enough to get where youll go, and who knows maybe I wont like it but really, who knows? I look down at the water and wait for the smack but I awaken again and didnt have an impact. Im addicted to the dreams because they are safe and sound and I am not around to turn down my morals. I fight, I am strong and I put that chute away, forever I will stay and forever be brave. Sometimes getting up and taking chances is better than sitting like a lump... Id rather run as hard, far and fast take that leap, and make that jump. Poem BY Donovan G. Ward The Decision Jumper.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 06:44:58 +0000
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