I have jumped off the building to fly
Yet I am falling
Wrench me free as I drown
Pummeled beneath the waves of these downdrafts
The inevitability of a paved grave;
Who is out here in this busy expanse of nothing
to save the unintentional dive-drown victim?
It is only once we no longer have the net beneath that we recognize
the weight, our manacled feet; the poison festering in our minds.
When you jumped did you consider the downside?
Surely if you did not sail you could not survive
And what if I released this weight — mislabeled pragmatism,
brittle expectations of achievement — freed myself from comparison?
Would the vessel remain, substantiated enough to float?
Or would the remains be paper thin, spiraling in a whirlpool towards an underground moat.
Fairer waves to the same grave
Fear waxing in its dark cave. Stuffed full with dreams saved — paused
How do we make it back on to the ledge?
Is that to be a boundary or the world’s end?
There should be life beyond the dead
Perhaps we find it once the weight is no longer fed.
“How is one saved?” This chorus pounding in my head.
A chant taken up by the brave –
Who can ever be saved
from one’s self?
“Save me” (x3)
Fetch yourself from the well.
“Save me” (x2)
— Self to Self.
Very very deep though and soul searching