The Step After – A Short Poem

The moment after the plan collapses,

Stars collide instead of shining,

Feet slip from solid ground,

Dance on rolling, ever changing, nothingness.

Will breath show up on cold glass, a moist palette, evidence of life?

Scrawl a message, but what to say?

Who will read it backwards and understand?

No parachute for the jumper,

Only air rushing past, the dream of flying,

A child’s thought that fades to reality.

Hit rock bottom and find the earth was always made of stone,

And my feet were made to walk upon it.

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