Posted by Mary D'Alba on Monday, July 19, 2010 Under: Poetry

I felt myself falling -
there I go!
Too fast -
I can't grab onto anything!

Down the hole,
so far down,
the walls are passing by me,
as I feel myself going faster and faster.

My mind is screaming -
"How do I stop?"
"What will meet me at the end?"
"What's going to happen to me?"

 And then I feel it -
I landed.
I open my eyes, I touch my body,
I am still here.

I stand up and dust myself off.
Maybe a few bumps or bruises,
maybe even a break,
but it can be fixed. I am here.

I walk away,
knowing that whenever I fall,
however I land,
I can get up again.
Because I do it - everytime.

~Copyright 2009-2010, Mary D'Alba (Spiritualitygirl)~

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