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Learning to Fall

Learning to Fall
Kay Rice

Flying is an art born from the soul,
Where freedom is a key which makes us whole.
We jump from our nest, eager to answer the call,
Yet, we never quite learned how to fall.

A kitten ready to reach out to the world,
Climbs high in the tree with claws unfurled.
Yet, reaching the top at a staggering height,
He cries out, afraid to fall, holding on so tight.

As a child, we pull ourselves up to stand,
Then we walk, then run, oh life is so grand.
What once seemed natural, to bounce on the ground,
Now, brings a fear as we grow older and fall down.

As we grow, climbing to new heights, reaching for more,
We conquer our fears to lift our feet up from the floor.
Yet when gravity takes over and fate comes to call,
We must always remember how to gracefully fall.

Kay Rice



I have always said that my poetry and short stories write themselves, I'm just the hand that holds the pen. Several of my poems have been published in local publications and in the 2011 World Poetry Movement book 'Stars in our Hearts'. Please enjoy the words, but do not steal them. I enjoy living and what life brings my way. My day job, I'm a geekgirl, a programmer. Coding is like using clues to solve a mystery to me. But, my happiness outside of the day job involves, cooking, baking, knitting, crocheting, writing, hiking, primitive skills. Yup, I come home and unplug. So there are many sides of me here. Enjoy.

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