Am I falling or flying?
The rushing by my ears,
Holds no answers,
Beneath the screaming,
No whisper,
No code,
Just broken cries,
Or cheers?
Maybe I'm scared,
Or surprised,
By myself,
Or something,
More fundamental.
But in my uncertainty,
I catch a glimmer,
And feel the breeze catch,
My battle-worn wings.
Can I ever hope,
To keep my heart aloft?
Or are the holes in my defence,
Enough to render,
Me dead in the air?