Thursday, December 23, 2010

Fear of Falling

I lie awake at night
and cringe at the memory
of sitting on a cliff
feeling like the wind
not thinking about falling
until the rocks shifted
under my grungy shoes.
Until the rough little pebble
slid right past my achy feet
and tumbled off the side
and fell into the water.
At the time I didn't notice
at the time I didn't care.
But as I lie in bed at night
feeling cold and lonely
I think about that day
and how I could have fallen
and how I didn't.
But the memory still hurts.
The memory is still there.
And now I have a fear.
A fear of falling.

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