I could feel the wind trying to grasp me
But I knew it was to late
I'd already closed my eyes
And accepted
My untimely fate
The birds of the heavens
In hysteria
Watched me fall
But I simply stayed silent
There were no use in desperate calls
I could hear the rapid beats
Of my broken and bleeding heart
and my blood had turned to ice
Or maybe it'd been like that from the start
This isn't the first time I've fallen
And when I hit the ground I'll hit it hard
And if i can pick myself up afterward
I'll be considered lucky to have the scars
It wasn't always like this
I use to be on solid ground
Before I was mercilessly pushed to the edge
And took a step off
Without anyone hearing a sound
I can remember you reaching for me
Pleading to take your hand
But I just couldn't do it
That plot of earth
Was a place I didn't want to stand
I took a deep breathe
As the ground grew near
I imagined I'd feel something more
Anxiety, regret, or fear
But I'm numb
And when I hit the ground
I don't feel what I should
And as I open my eyes
Standing above me
Is the person I knew would
You picked my up so kindly
Mopped up my blood
And reset my bones
Touched my face tenderly
Brought your lips to my forehead
Knowing hard as I try
I'll never be made of stone
Then you asked me the fatal question
One I can't fully answer to this day
Why didn't I ask for help?
Because you would've said okay
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well I forget myself what that was like when free I fell to wear the air upon my face...iip