As though I am falling

Falling slowly,

Like a falling leaf

Separated from the rest

No longer a part of my root

I am falling on my own

And the air has carried me;

Away from my home

I endured the struggle of;

Many lonely nights

On my way to hit the ground

And to rest in peace

But I was wrong;

It is the endless falling;

and pain of falling;

the thoughts of falling

Will the earth be kind?

Will it make it painless?

But I am falling,

On the journey of wind

That is not even mine

The control is taken

The enslavement has begun

Only the invisible cage is mine

But I know I am falling

Will I hit the ground?

Or will I fly?

The decision isn’t mine

But as though I am falling

Like an injured bird

My wings are fine

But my neck bleeds

Should I admire the hunter?

Or try to fly?

Yet separated from the birds

That cared for me

And we flew along;

In countless paths

But now I am just falling

Like a falling star

In a burning circle

And in shattered pieces

Will I gather my thoughts?

Or will I just cry?