There is no end
To a cycle of falling.
One day
Your body learns that
Getting back up is pointless,
That you are tired.
You are just waiting
To hit the ground.
Waiting.
Falling.
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Shattered Reflections
Poetry"There was a moment in my life when I could not tell the difference between a window and a mirror. I could look into both and see everything but myself." Rudy Francisco, Helium - Windows and Mirrors A diary of sorts, to help me to remember.
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There is no end
To a cycle of falling.
One day
Your body learns that
Getting back up is pointless,
That you are tired.
You are just waiting
To hit the ground.
Waiting.
Falling.
