Falling Poem by Jade Blaydes

Falling down, still not hitting the ground.
Faith, somewhere near but too scared to make a sound.
Hope, lost in the days we can no loger depend.
Pride, still standing there, ready to defend
Sadly, pride won't help much when I'm falling.
When I hit the ground, will I have the strength to start crawling?
If I don't, will I ever walk again on my own?
My heart seems to have broken. Do you have one you can loan?
Though when I'm falling is the only time I feel free.
But when I get to the bottom, will you be there to catch me?