Just One

I wonder what it would be like
to tip over backwards
off a high place
a puppet with all its strings cut
to feel your body twirling, twisting, dropping
falling out into space

for one sweet moment

I wonder what it would be like
to drag a knife
over warm skin
a paper man with ripped edges
to feel your pain itching, bubbling, growing
washing away your sin

for one sweet moment

I wonder what it would be like
to sink deeper and deeper
into pools of blue
a burden too heavy to bear
to feel your lungs searching, gasping, screaming
your veins bleeding through

for one sweet moment

I wonder what it would be like
to swallow a bottle filled
with relief
a closed window forced open
to feel your mind whirling, struggling, fading
a needed respite from grief

for one sweet moment

But I do remember what it was like
to be filled
with unmatched hope
a lit match beneath an active volcano
to have felt my heart flutter, calm, and break
unable to cope
as thunder rained from skies above
for I have endured the worst of all
I have fallen in love
and what's more
I came back alive

And though it did not last for long
you don't need many moments to be free
**Just one.