SPOKEN WORDS

Ropes

Feels like shovels digging to my chest

But I can't stop them

Because no matter how I much scream in pain

Never will they care

I'm falling, and as a typical person

Who's afraid to die 

I held onto something

That would prevent that to happen

But when I opened my eyes

I was taken aback

I'm still falling anyways . . .

Why am I even falling,

When I held two ropes?

I glanced at the first rope I am holding,

It drew me to my pessimistic side,

The rope was stronger 

And it slowed me down from falling

But the second one,

The one which is full of rainbows and butterflies

Somehow greeted me and asked me

To hold on to it . . .

It was beautiful . . .

But holding on means falling,

It's inviting me down

And is asking me

To let go of the other rope I'm holding

But looks may be deceiving,

I'm not certain 

With what I may find

When I reach the ground

Will there be thorns or feathers?

Alligators or teddy bears?

Stones or pillows?

Somehow my face drew a smile and bitterness...

Why am I still falling anyways?

Is it because I'm still holding onto second rope?

Or is it because I'm finally letting go of the first rope?

I closed my eyes and imagined the scenario

When the falling is ended.

I let the gravity do its work

Even though my heart is slowly escaping in my chest

I teared up . . .

I'm scared . . .

I wasn't as strong as I thought I would be

When I let go of my worries

I trusted my assumptions

And now I might die . . .

I might die because of not embracing the reality

I was always the person who thinks logically

But I just made the stupidest mistake

Of trusting my wrong assumptions.

My cheeks are wet as I check

How time I still have 

Before reaching the ground

It's near . . . . .

I held my breath as I anticipate the impact.

Now I just need to count from

1 . . . . 2 . . . . 3 . . . .

Ropes

by: Pia Frances Pagulayan