My heart stands still,
It makes not a noise,
My spine feels a chill,
But it stands straight with poise.
"With pride," my lips proclaim,
As my feet tentatively step off the balcony,
With eyes stet straight, and liver aflame,
My mind screams as it realizes reality.
I fall into the black night,
My lungs choke, overwhelmed by air,
My arms flail, trying to take flight,
Or searching to grab onto a ledge that isn't there.
I hit the ground; my soul still awake,
For a two story fall is not enough for a life to take.
