Why did I fall?
Falling is beautiful,
but scary.
I fell hard,
to the ground’s core,
to my core.
What made me fall?
Was it that push or
me trying not to jump?
Yet now I can’t stop myself from falling.
Will anyone catch me?
Will anyone help me down slowly?
Let me fall into their arms…
Will they let me be me?
Let me fall for them?
