falling
I didn’t
know what was happening
I only
thought I had lost my footing
falling
I saw
the clear blue sky above me
as
the clouds became smaller and smaller
falling
the
air was leaving my lungs
I couldn’t
call out to you to catch me
falling
became
so peaceful that my fear
vanished
and my mind was at ease
falling
is
the last thing I remembered but you,
my
parachute, opened before impact
- Written for dVerse Meeting the Bar: Repetition
