I leapt ahead,
leaving my tread,
in a sense of dread
hanging overhead,
floating, aimless;
flying, wingless;
the sky, cloudless;
the future, clueless.
I couldn’t look down,
or graze the ground, felt
my systems, breaking down;
my soul, in sorrows drown;
my life, upside down; but-
my faith, ne’er dies down.