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 2009-2011, Mary D'Alba (Spiritualitygirl)~
In : poetry