Ever had someone tell you something
That swept the rug out beneath your feet?
Falling so slow it takes hours to hit the ground.
But you find it.
Cold and merciless.
I'm on the floor
Can't find my feet.
But I will.
This poem is about a time when I was told about something from my past that, for lack of a better phrase, left me breathless. It was one of the hardest things I have had to hear to date.
