I need to practice the fall
before I can master the climb.
Not everything is war,
not everything should be.
But tell that to the sky as it rains fire,
to the ground as it swallows names,
to me---
who has forgotten how to exist
without fighting for it.
I don’t want to die here,
but I need to know what here feels like,
without clawing my way out in blind panic.
I ask only for your hand,
warm against the cold of my bones.
A reminder that I exist beyond the fight,
that I am more than a body caught in history’s teeth.
Let me fall, just for a moment,
so I can rise again.
Please.
Apr 7
Apr 7, 2026 at 3:46 AM UTC
I need to practice the fall
before I can master the climb.
Not everything is war,
not everything should be.
But tell that to the sky as it rains fire,
to the ground as it swallows names,
to me---
who has forgotten how to exist
without fighting for it.
I don’t want to die here,
but I need to know what here feels like,
without clawing my way out in blind panic.
I ask only for your hand,
warm against the cold of my bones.
A reminder that I exist beyond the fight,
that I am more than a body caught in history’s teeth.
Let me fall, just for a moment,
so I can rise again.
Please.
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