As you let go of
My hand
I felt myself
Fall
Dropping, tumbling
Through the air
Reaching out, grasping at
Hands, but
Each one, again and
Again
Let me go

At times I found
Something
To hold onto
And I held, and
Held
With all my might
Hoping,
Praying it would
Lift me up, but
At last
My arms grew so
Weary, I could
No longer
Hold on

Freefalling
Soaring
Arms outstretched
Until
One day, I
Realized
I was no longer
Falling, but
Flying

What a waste it is—
to be human
and be contained.

Running, running
far away.
Escaping dreams
of yesterday.
Faster, faster
there I go.
Forgetting things
you'll never know.
Dying, dying
deep inside.
Find a place
for me to hide.
Catching, catching
up with me.
No more running
from reality.
Stopping, stopping
let me cry.
Finding a way
to say goodbye.

Some women belong to the Spring.
They're meant to bloom,
but they were never yours to keep.