Maybe this is it
The moment
The exit
Maybe this is it
I’m praying
Don’t let me
Fall
Falling hard
Wind rushing
In my ears
No heartache
No fear
Making up for all these years
The damage and the tears
The wasted words and things unheard
I’m fucking breaking
I’m rambling
I’m taking
These punches
And rolling
Down
Water
In my ears
In my lungs
On my tongue
Fare winds
My friends
Peace be with you
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I won’t let you fall, beautiful.
(you certainly didn’t let me)
Thanks, salt.. I just don’t know if I have it in me to stay standing.
I so understand that feeling. You’ve described the last 24 hours of my life. Well, no matter. We can communicate in morse code flashlight signals.
Sammi, you’re a great person, from what little I know of you. Remember or not, you said some pretty nice things to me when I was in the biggest ditch I’ve ever been in.
So I’m rooting for you. You deserve to stay standing.
Thanks, diem. You have no idea how much that means to me right now.