Jennifer Pickering

Of all the things that could fall,

I never thought it would be me.

Falling isn’t all bad,

People fall in love,

Leaves fall in the autumn,

the sun falls from the sky to create beautiful sunsets and long drawn out nights.

So is this falling ok?

I ask myself as I sink lower and lower.

I’ve fallen before, not drastically,

not like this.

But falling has never been something to be afraid of.

Like the falling rain, it passes.

I can’t help but think this time the rain will bring the floods.

The falling will not finish.

When I think I am at the bottom,

I will fall some more.

But I think I’m ok with falling.

Because one day,

someday,

I’ll learn to control it.

And I’ll no longer be falling.

I’ll be flying.