Almost Falling

She sits where sky and sorrow touch,

a quiet bruise against the wind,

wondering how a heart so small

can carry storms this heavy.

***

The world below is only noise,

a blur of lives that kept on moving

while her own breath stayed trapped

in the broken rib of a memory.

***

She is tired of being brave

in rooms that never softened,

tired of stitching herself together

with threads no one could see.

***

Up here, the air feels honest.

It does not ask her to smile.

It does not demand she pretend

the ache is anything but real.

***

A single thought trembles inside her:

if she vanished,

would the silence finally match

the way she feels within?

***

Yet something small,

something stubborn,

something shaped like a pulse,

refuses to let go.

***

Not hope.

Not light.

Just a fragile whisper:

***

Stay.

Stay until the world has one more chance

to be kinder than today.

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