As my foot slips off the edge,
I feel my body let go.
The initial panic
is met with a contrasting sense of calm.
A calmness that reminds me
why I stepped so close to the edge
in the first place.
Release— my soul, my mind, my body.
I am finally free, and in this moment
I am weightless.
As I fly, I fall farther away
from the overwhelming madness
that consumes me.
With every gasp of hard air,
I am brought closer to a world
where my worries become peace.
Just as I close my eyes,
embracing the complete darkness,
the complete freeness,
I am moments away from meeting
I feel a sharp yank
that pulls me back up.
Reeling me in,
like a fish,
not wanting to be caught.
I did not ask to be saved.
I did not want to be saved.
My mind fills quickly with the madness
that was erased moments ago.
I feel the weight of my limbs and my troubles,
and I feel pain.
As I am lifted back onto the edge,
the calmness leaves me ,
and I am met with shocking anxiety
and sorrow.
I am bound yet again,
no longer free.
But they will say
that I am saved.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
When they call it
butterflies,
what do they mean?
A small delicate creature
that lands on your arm
raising each hair one-by-one
as it travels towards your hand.
The nervous flutter in your stomach
that you can never escape
no matter how hard you try.
A light floating feeling
that raises your cheeks
and stops you
from coming back down.
I don’t know why they call it
butterflies.
All I know
is you give them
to me.
Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 2:16 PM UTC