You trusted me.
I bet you thought
I was a somebody.
Someone who would catch you
when you fell again,
but I was too busy
falling myself
to save you.
I guess,
if I think it through,
it might have looked
like I was flying,
but I was just falling
longer than you.
I used to be
oh, so high.
I ask you,
at what point you knew,
you would be meeting the Earth
face first?
Such a tragedy,
but always worth
the lessons learned.
Surviving a fall
is exhilarating.
Broken bones,
and smashed egos,
and pain.
We tend to forget
the climb,
sometimes,
and only focus
on the end.
What a shitty friend I’ve been.
Focus on the fall instead.
Embrace the Earth
and then,
try again.
Failure to fly
is just a failure to try.
Over and over,
for our whole lives.
No one remembers
those who lay down and die,
but no one questions
those who survive
and try,
again,
and again.
Imagine
we make it.
Soaring on.
Imagine
we don’t fall,
anymore,
at all.
HG – 2020
