Pluviophile

[27] - Falling

[27] – Falling

"Were you scared?"

The boy and the girl were now both

Leaning against a wall on the roof

Sitting down, no longer looking down.

"I was falling, to my death,

But I felt like I was flying."

The girl tucked her knees in

And asked again,

"Were you scared?"

"the funny thing was, I don't think I was."

The girl got up and sat on the ledge.

"Hey, be careful!"

"Be careful yourself!

I'm crazy, remember?"

The girl got up and was now fully standing on the ledge.

She began to walk slowly,

Holding her hands out to balance.

The boy was now standing too,

Trying to 'catch' her if she fell.

"A metaphor for life," She said.

"A what?"

"A metaphor. You see, in life,

You have to live on the edge

Or you'll miss the view."

The girl leaned a little over, peering over the ledge.

The girl dropped her cheery tone.

"One day when you grow old and tired,

And step closer to death;

You'll grow wings and fly down

To the streets you've seen from afar your whole life.

But you can't fall now.

No matter how much better

The streets below look."

The girl stopped walking

And stared down at the boy.

"You don't understand,"

The boy said, staring at his shoes.

"That day,

They tried to catch me but they failed.

My bones were broken, but

Now they're healed.

I was broken,

But no amount of hospital care

Could fix this broken soul."