Poetry from Within (a collection)

Falling.

I would be a hypocrite if,

I told you that

I did not bawl my eyes out when I fell.

I did not cry when I was falling.

I did not crumble when I was met with-failure.

I could and would not be able to accept it.

I know no one could handle this culture shock.

I looked straight ahead before,

I let the hot tears pour out of my eyes.

I shook, quivered and sniffed.

I submitted to my worst demon-failure.

I fell and felt a whole new low.

I lost the courage and the strength to continue.

But, not all my courage and strength were lost that day.

I discovered that someone was telling me it was okay to fall.

Even when I thought it was not.

I discovered that someone never once saw me as a failure.

Even when I thought they did.

I realised that someone knew I was strong even when I fell.

Even when I thought I was not.

I finally knew that someone wanted me to not give up.

Even when I thought I should.

I know I am falling.

I know I am afraid.

I know I am angry.

I know I am upset.

But,

When there are so many,

Willing to catch me when I fall.

Why should I be afraid of falling?