Poem: Waiting for the Fall

dead flowers 2.jpg

Waiting for the Fall

Tired beyond sleep.
beyond bones,
beyond sense,

you persist,
some kernel of stubbornness,
something unexpected in one so soft,

steel softness,
allows you to live beyond all expectations
of those watching you on your tightrope

waiting for the fall.

About this poem. 

I wonder sometimes what makes some people resilient, while others collapse.

And why do we watch in anticipation, for the fall?

Most days I have more questions than answers.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s