Falling

One time when  I fell,

 And I was greeted by her ever worried eyes,

She stared at me for a moment, and I could see the flickering inmages in her mind, of me dying. And panic swelled in my heart.

 She said rather rapidly, her words like silk ” When we fall we get back up again ”

and so I did.

 and I would greeted by those same worried eyes, critical of my posture as I pushed myself from the dirty floor with graceful innocence.

It started to fade eventually,

most things do when they are given the time,

Days were growing older, my feet steadier, it seemed,

and so that anxious gleam disappeared. I was no longer injured, so she thought.

My body was fine, as I walked confidently in the highest of  heels,

 As she watched on proudly, at her signature little jewel, standing tall, not shaking at all.

But look inside, like you used to,

I need you anxious eyes, I need your little mottos. I need your soft hands, to scoop me up and tell me to always get back up again. Because ‘up’ was once so beautiful, but when your eyes stop looking th journey to ‘up’  turned to the journey to death.

For  I am wobbling in these heels, but you cannot see

Look inside, please look inside of me.

I need you help, now, please help me.

I am swaying back and forth, my eyes empty and glazed. I cannot tell you about my day, Because my day was the same as yesterday, and that the same as the day before. Shaking.

Mother, help me now, I am falling.

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Thank you so much for reading, I am sorry this is not very great, I have always loved poetry but I am definitely not an expert at writing it. And it is really scary for my to jump into a style I am not so familar with or great at. Nevertheless, I hoped you enjoyed it anyway, and you are having a great day!

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