First steps

There is joy in this sadness
of the love that never comes.
There is the lightness of the flight
the morning just freshly awoken
with rain.

The first step to the balcony
is a promise to the world
to be alive one more minute, just one more day.

No need for the smile,
the mouth can do its thing.
No need for the breathing,
the lungs already embrace
the clouds and the rain.

We all go together
in this second step to the world,
to the plunge of the spirit,
to the joy of the other,
to the party of being human.

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