The Fall


I feel the breeze as I'm falling

not the frightening wind

but a comforting cloud

assisting my descend


Through a mountain range


hills and valleys

peaks and falls

a strong, winged bird

holds me through it all


Finally, to the open sea

which I assume 

will be the death of me.


I brace myself

for suffocation

and drowning


But the sea

the beautiful sea

that I thought would be 

the death of me,

is just your eyes

which promise safety.


And the wings of the bird

are the strength of your arms.


As I gently reach earth,

human again because gravity

and the strongest force of all

bring me to peace as I feel myself fall. 


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