~ ♥️ 𝒫𝒽𝑜𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓍 ♥️ ~ 𝓅𝑜𝑒𝓂𝓈 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓇𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝒾𝑒𝓈

Crestfallen

She is falling backward, very slowly

Her eyes are wide, arms outstretched

Her face is paralyzed in shock and terror

For nobody expects to be pushed

She is a frozen river, halted abruptly

She will never smile or cry, nor see or grow

Her face will never screw itself to the many expressions of life

And the water will never carve its way into the world

Her hair of gray smoke flies around in loose and afraid swirls

Hear now, a flaming shriek of only the most agonized souls

A sound that reverberates through the air, a cry of the banished

A lost melody that will be ignored and forgotten

The cold wind around her will compress and fight

Pushing her afloat, granting sustenance to her wings

But she is no bird, no wings will lift her

So the air will give in, with a defeated sigh

And down she will tumble, down and down

Then as she makes impact with a crystal floor

Of icy water that scintillates like the moon

She shatters into pieces, like a divine china doll

Crisp fractures will run over her skin like streams

Sculpting smooth and delicate fragments

Edges as sharp as steel will be lulled and soothed

The earth will feel every shard as it drops

And settles and sinks into where it belongs

Deep in the sodden soil, she is a perfect mosaic

Of all left unspoken and all that was remembered

Perfect artistry that will once again erupt from the earth

And grow forth with arms outstretched, and eyes ablaze

Flying through the air, and tunneling deep roots in the world

And children will sit under her gentle, cool shade

Small arms hugging her branches, blossoms dancing in the air

And wonder about the girl who fell from the sky

Into the frozen river, and never died