I Held On to the Fall

A cycle of poems «The Last Letter I Burned Was My Own»

The world slipped down, a silent call,
I stood alone, I held on to the fall.

Broken skies and shattered dreams,
Nothing ever is as it seems.

I held on to the fall,
Waiting for the rise that never called.
Fighting through the darkest wall,
I held on, but lost it all.

Promises like glass did break,
Every step, a past mistake.
I tried to stand, but lost my grip,
Fell through cracks where daylight slipped.

Broken skies and shattered dreams,
Nothing ever is as it seems.

I held on to the fall,
Waiting for the rise that never called.
Fighting through the darkest wall,
I held on, but lost it all.

The weight of pain, it pulled me down,
In silent screams, no healing found.
The hands I held just slipped away,
Left me cold at end of day.

If falling is all that I know,
Will I break or learn to grow?
The night is long, but dawn will burn,
A chance for life to return.

I held on to the fall,
But inside I’m standing tall.
Through cracks, the light will crawl -
I held on, and found it all.