Falling

I’m scared.

Scared that I’m falling down this crevasse.

This deep dark pit I finally climbed out of.

I scaled these walls.

Scraped my hands with shards of dreams

And so I’m scared.

Scared I’ll fall back down into it.

I know what the bottom of that pit looks like.

Sharp and dark.

Sleepless endless nights and that pit of your stomach hunger.

But all of these flipping images of doom and destruction

Doesn’t make this rope any stronger I hear the crack.

I guess I’ll see you when I see light again.

Here I goooooooooo