In view of

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Something stirs below
beckoning me 
out to the balcony
of my old worn out
existence,
and out of my
skin of convention
and custom
and comfort.
You are out there
moving 
mellifluously
and
waving 
wistfully
at no one.
There is hope
there, if only
I could step 
out.