Sing, soar
Hope holds on.
Having endured the inevitable;
Flying flutterbys in
Soured stomach; turning
Tummy churns
As if to make butter.
Choked sorrow swells
In the magnificence of the moment.
Sharp drop until
Petite parachute reacts
Slowing descent into the depths.
The fragile chance of endurance
Saves, sewing up the
Private pain of the perfect plan�s fatal
Flaw.