I think I found myself
or a part of me, a small part of me
and it wasn’t at the peak of the mountain
that I was afraid of climbing
or on the trail
that I dragged myself up
slowly, laboriously, taking the risk and never giving up.

I didn’t learn anything in the struggle
other then how to struggle

And I didn’t learn anything in the victory
other then the power of victory in the fight

Still, I think I found a part of myself tonight
when I looked at the sky, and the cliff
and the part of my hand where yours used to be
and decided to jump.

I’ve never free fallen.
I’ve always struggled.
I’ve always thought of how hard it was to push the stone so far up that hill
only to have it roll back down again
and I’ve despaired in having to struggle
I never realized that I didn’t know how not to.

I am a fighter
I need something to fight for.

I’ve remember that again.

Somewhere on the trail, I shattered
I sent pieces of myself across the mountain
I thought I’d find them in the oasis at the peak
I thought who I need to be would be waiting for me at the end of the journey.

when I looked at the sky, and the cliff
and the part of my hand where yours used to be
and how I was not there
I jumped

and I fell
and I fell
and I am falling
but there is no where to land.

It’s just me and me and me
for miles and miles and miles

Falling                                          
          is
             just
                 like                    
                     FLYING                      
if there is no where to land.