Falling

Heart in my throat,

Wind rushing,
Screaming in my ears
That I am no longer,
No longer in control.

A feeling of weightlessness,
And terror,

Knowing

Neither

When,

Nor where,

Nor how

I will land.

But that’s the
Fright,
And reality
Of falling in

Love,

Isn’t it?

Maybe I shouldn’t
Have jumped,

Maybe I shouldn’t
Have let you push me…

It’s just that
You take the breath
From my lungs,
And the beat
From my heart.

But all that is past

As I find myself
Hurtling towards

An uncertain future
With you.

All I can do

Is hope,

And trust
In your arms
To catch me

As I’m falling
Into the
Beautiful bliss

Of you.

 

 

 

© 2018 W. C. Stacia, Jr.

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