Letting Go
The wind howled in defiance
As if trying to wake me from my dreamlike trance.
I was walking closer and closer to the edge,
A couple more steps and I would fall off the ledge.
I tripped an awoke.
I began to cough and seen thick grey smoke.
I went to turn back, but my legs went another way.
It was like to my own body, I had no say.
Then I figured it wasn't that disgraceful.
In my heart, I knew no one would be mournful
So I stopped fighting my body and walked with ease
I wanted to feel like a birdie taking off from the trees.
I stopped, looked at the break-taking sight.
Soon I would be falling and able to take flight.
My soul would ascend into the sky
As my body crashes into the Earth, there motionless it would lie.
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