I took a risk,
a chance,
and fell.
I always do.
I swayed,
I tripped,
I fell hard
over you.
I hurtled through
life,
at a break-neck speed.
Hoping for a trip,
to fall into
something
deep.
But it didn't
come expected,
but rather a push
from behind.
It tore me from
my life,
and shoved me
through
time.
I never offered
excuses,
nor any malice
lies.
Do not make me
out a saint,
as pure in
others eyes.
You tore out my
heart,
feed it to my
mouth.
You pushed me from
the ledge,
a trip I
could've done
without.
And this fall
seems so long,
past memories
and good times.
To crash into
a hard life's
uncaring embrace.
For life isn't a
gentle lover,
but a cruel
master.
Every time
the fall is harder,
faster.
A chance to break
bone,
force blood
from veins.
To try to
break me,
to remake me
into something of
a sage.
But these hard-learned
life lessons
do nothing to dissuade.
I still poise for
the falls,
take risks that offer
nothing but pain.
In the end,
it is that pain,
that blazing agony
tripping through
my veins
that keeps
me going.
Keeps me sane.
It proves I'm real,
still breathing,
still alive.
Despite my hard fall,
through time,
through memories,
through it all.
Past broken bones,
and dreams asunder.
Into the knowledge
that I've fallen
hard into an
unstable life
and survived,
despite my aches,
my pains,
my broken bones,
and crippled soul.
I'm still
alive,
past a
hard fall into life.