Falling
I’m
not
falling
in anything
I’m simply falling out of things.
Out
of
options
Or out of luck.
Falling apart, falling from grace
But
not
in love
I’m not falling
in that. Irrevocably not.
I
might
also be
leaping. The leap
of faith. There’s control in that,
Yes
in
jumping,
in deciding
Control. But never falling in
I’m
not
falling
in anything
as falling implies a brutal
end,
an
impact,
a collision,
a break. And that, I do not want
part
in
any
of that. Blood on
the sidewalk, guts everywhere,
The
so
gruesome
car crash exposed
and you can’t turn your eyes away.
How
can
someone
not be scared of
that. How can you not be frightened?
That’s
why
I’m not
falling in that
Why would I? No failing for me.
