Falling is like flying.

I stand upon the edge of rooftops
Far weaker than I hoped to be.
Longing to lean a little farther,
Helping gravity to set me free.

Because falling is like flying
If you’re not afraid of dying,
Or wonder if you’ll hear the sound
Of your body as it greets the ground.

I wish I had embraced deeper connections
To pieces of my life, opposed rejections.
But I’ve always felt I was alone,
So now I’m leaving on my own.

The view is such that departing seems a shame,
I’m sorry for myself as there’s no one else to blame.
I think I understand what our mortality is for,
Insight sets me free from the fear I felt before.

And now, now I think I understand,
Why nothing ever goes the way that it was planned.
And then I finally realise after all,
It’s my choice to be flying as I fall.

Inside Out

So you might think I look ok,
Kinda normal in a geeky-goth way.
But I always dream and dream of the world
Where I’m the ‘trembling, adored, tousled bird-mad girl’.
And I long to have a writing-desk,
Like a raven in a riddle,
‘But there’s something inside,
Trying to eat its way out from the middle’.