Falling

Falling

Both terror and peace consume

A falling being

Contradicting our very purpose of survival

By putting it all on the line

For the feeling of being alive.

A rush of not knowing what’s behind every corner

But safe in the knowledge that you can

Overcome any obstacle thrown at you

Falling,

Either watching the birds and clouds float above you

Getting smaller and smaller,

Or watching the ground solid, flat, and hard below you

Getting bigger and bigger.

Terrified that this could be it,

But consumed with the peace that

You are falling.

Feeling the wind all around you,

The feeling of floating

Blissful in the notion that you will never experience this again.

Falling

Contradicting our most basic instincts.

Falling

An action we know will most likely end our life, yet we do it anyway

Falling

A lust for the rush, the high of not knowing

Falling

Life or death

Instincts go for life while the brain may go for death.

Life or death

Fly or fall

Yes or no

Up or down

Questions we all must ask

However not answer with a definitive answer.

At this moment in time there is no fly, just fall.

In this moment in time we must say no to oppressors.

In this moment in time we must go up instead of down.

In the moment, we must decide life or death.

Life or death? One says ‘life’ and one says ‘death’.

Fly or fall? There can only be fall.

Yes or no? Stand and say “no” to those who take your rights away.

Up or down? Rise up and tell them to stand down.

Fall when you must.

But when your down, say no and fight your way to flying,

Not falling.

Falling,

The most basic contradiction to our survival,

Why fall?

To get back up stronger than before.