Take a breath.
Step outside, knowing
that if things
go right,
this is the last time
you will ever see the sky.
Feel your feet on the earth,
accept that you are
about to return,
to feed the worms,
disappear into dirt.
Kiss the wind,
forget all the promises
that became
near misses
and live this moment
like it's your last
because you know that
this is your last.
Close your eyes,
feel the sun,
run your fingers through
your hair, pretend
that it's someone who cares,
even though
no one is there.
Hug the sky, take
flight, the fall is
faster than you thought
a fall this far
could be.
Take a breath.
Does it taste like death?
He is filling up your
lungs with his
erase-the-pain-vapor.
Breathtaking.
There is no fear.
Not here.
Better than a dream,
you are free falling.
F
A
L
L
I
N
G
finally free.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Serene, completely and fully. Beautiful words.