Voices whisper, promising sweet sleep <br />I look, but see nothing in the deep <br />Nothing different from where I am now <br />The only change, it doesn’t bow <br /> <br />To the joy that pulls me to the sky <br />That leaves me giddy, too breathless to ask why <br />Like someone has a gun to my head <br />A false cheery voice, “be happy or you’re dead” <br /> <br />No choice, though I’d much rather die <br />They see the surface, believe the lie <br />When the skeleton shows, they call it an act <br />Blind to the broken bones, to the impact <br /> <br />Like a star falling to the sea <br />The end of all I’ll ever be <br />The light that was so clear <br />Will suddenly disappear <br /> <br />If I don’t drown, I hit land <br />The jagged rocks, not sand <br />Able only to lie on red-stained stone <br />A macabre painting, but it’s my own <br /> <br />A sign that I had really been there <br />That I wasn’t just someone’s nightmare <br />Everlasting, till swept away by a flood <br />A marker, a monument in blood <br /> <br />Life, trapped in a sepulcher <br />Now, a blessed departure <br />Away from all the judging eyes <br />In falling, I rise<br /><br />Joyce Rugg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freefall-6/
