It's never falling that is the hard part.
It's landing without that person you thought would be there in the end of it all.
The free fall where you finally relax and let your walls come down because you want to feel is as easy as melting a popsicle.
Its the bone crushing end that leaves you in pieces that nearly kills you....because your walls where down. Yet you where relaxed maybe it was your body telling you, you where ready for the heart break in the first place.

" I have a Dream..."
He had a dream.
We have failed him.

No this does not stop at blacks and equal rights and treatment. No it stops when people can put down there guns and find a peace because his dream was not just for  the discrimination  of one people with one color of skin.

There is so much hate that rules this world that the little love we have is only truly spread by those who dont see color AND dont be violent. There is not enough of THAT love.

This country does not hold up to its "creed".
Mr. Martin Luther King Jr. in time wold be my great grandfather and i can tell you today over many generations children are still judged by the color of their skin not their character.

The love in my heart slowly turns to hate as i listen to all the hopes and dreams of the past that have never been accomplished.  

He was not one man changing the world he was one of many and as a leader he has *still *not been heard.

If Mr. King Jr. had a dream for today.
I have a dream for tomorrow.

Please excuse the heart ache that follows.  The tears in my eyes when you reject me are tears of happiness...
I swear.
I don't want you loosing any sleep.

I have fallen into the pit.
And as I stretch my arms and hope for wing I remember I am no angel. Flailing through the air I hold my breath denying the loneliness in that hangs there. I am not lonely! I scream in my head though the only thing that  passes my lips are the silent sobs and gasps of the tears that streak my face. The pit is not silent. You would think with no one around there would be no words but the voices in my head say differently. They pick my every flaw. They strip me of my hope and inhibition and it is they who pointed out my lonely pit.  They  where the ones who pushed me into the pit in the first place, after all.
Monophobia. Philophobia.
Together they morphed and created a pit for me to fall in. And they mock as I begin to hope for a rescuer, I have to wings and they pit has no end.  I want to be saved but  I do not want to fall in love. It hurts too much.
Tired of being alone and too afraid to try to fall in love I stretch my arms out on more time.... As the pit takes over my heart....and pretend wing spring  from my back.   The feathers are onyx black  and i know better than to try the fly.
The pit has consumed me
and I have embraced its darkness.