Ive fallen.
Over the balcony.
Past the floor.
Through the ground.
Past the earths core.
Into a deep abyss.
A cold and unwelcoming blackness.
Or maybe it’s light?
I’m not sure.
I’m rising.
Through the cold dark abyss.
Past the earths core.
Back through the ground.
Through the floor.
Over the balcony.
Into your arms.
A warm and welcoming place.
A home.