Falling Poem by Vanessa Kingsley

If you don’t cry or feel pain you haven’t fallen.
If you’re laughing and joking then the pain isn’t there.

As you’re falling through time, space, life; waiting for that person to catch you…
Are you ever apprehensive?

Do you ever try and slow your stop?
Try and make it hurt a little less in case they’re not there waiting.

So you’re falling.
Falling

Falling
Falling

Perhaps you took to long.
Or fell the wrong way.

So you hit the ground.
And everything you missed as you were falling hits you as well.

But what happens when someone catches you.
It happens to fast.

We’re confused.
Incoherent about it all.

Then sometimes we fall.
Over and over and over again.

We can’t stop and it hurts after the first time.
Think about the 3rd and 5th time.

How can you love that many people?
Is it possible?

Maybe. But it’s never like the first one.
Your first love.

Some are lucky and after the first fall
We learn to float.

We learn to catch ourselves
To let people in….to a certain extent