Inkblood Poetry

30. Free Fall

Back then all I had to hold was darkness

It beckoned to me, like a handmade reckoning

Years later I look back and I see all

The times I could have picked up the slack

And won back what I lacked, but I slipped

And I cracked, couldn't keep it together

Caught under the weather, seems like the

Storm I've created will last forever, I savor it

Feel the buzzing deep in my bones, feels like home

Like finally taking a seat on a throne

But you've been bleeding for it since you were thirteen

Flying too close to the sun, melted wings, like

Icarus, and the end has only just begun

I see the wax dripping between my fingers

From what remains of my wings, it stains

And god, it lingers, so when I'm nothing but

A silhouette, not fallen yet

It feels divine - finally, I think to myself, a taste

Of happiness and freedom

So I turn my face to the sun, and instead

Laugh, for all the things I've never done

And will never do, and that maybe someday

You will join me in our sweet oblivion

Stars and sunlight finding solace in my eyes

As I sing my goodbyes to the dawn

I pray that some day, someone will see that sometimes

The best way to let go is to free fall