To fall.
To fall endlessly would
be so pleasant,
instead of relentless
pain of holding on oh so tight
to what is dear
& known.
The rush of letting go,
succumbing to what may,
what could;
unseen.
Maybe it won\'t hurt anymore,
arms heavy with the weight,
heart slowed.
Face turned up to the sky
awash with pink, purple
hues as blood red slowly
diffuses & dissipates to
inky darkness,
black now
beneath the star that glowed.
It fades though doesn\'t it?
It sets,
passes,
returns
as if brand new.
To fall from a great height
& meet what is below