Transition2 My Downfall Poem by Mary Mc Creath

My downfall was warmth,
something moved close to the base
of my mountain peak. It dared
to touch my coldness.

I thought that if, I ignored it,
It would go away bye and bye.
But it did not.It stayed at the foot
of my mountain peak world.

The solidness at my base began to melt.
It reached farther and farther,
till the firm foundation of my world,
ran from under me.

I felt myself falling,
falling from the peak I had clung to,
on my mountain peak.

As I fell my shape changed.
My wholeness scattered in all directions,
as I rushed to the valley below.

There was nothing solid left of me.
My being oozed in all directions,
as I continued to tumble
from my mountain peak world.

I looked for the warmth that I had
allowed to come near to the base of
my mountain peak world.
But it was gone.