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Poem: Beginning Again

Beginning Again

The first time I was flung heart-first off the cliff.
Three months of soaring, then he broke my wings
and watched as my heart-blood spilled on the rocks below.
Now I once again find myself drawn to the same cliff.
Is this the beginning –
when my skin remembers his touch hours later?
when my ears strain for his voice,
and my heart is eased by his smile?
How I fear the cliff –
yet long to soar.
How I dread the fall –
yet yearn to fly.
Ah, cruel love
that hast divided my will…

December 4, 1998
Bonnie J. (Askey) Weathers

This was several years before I met my husband. You'll see that I had many crushes and romantic interests in my college days. :)