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Poem Details
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| Title: | falling |
| Author: | scott edgecombe |
| Date Submitted: | 2/15/2005 |
| Email: | schooledge@yahoo.com |
| Poem: |
Do you ever feel like you're falling? Not the feel like you're falling in a dream or the walking on a curb and losing your balance kind of falling but the kind of falling where no matter what you do, where you are, or who you are, you can’t help but feel like you’re constantly losing your balance and watching everything fall up as you fall down and the only people who can help are those that are laughing and thanking God that they’re not you while they remember what it felt like but forget what it felt like at the same time. When I was a kid falling could be fun. Falling could be a game. Falling meant you were flying and on your way down or knocked from your faithful steed in battle or shot down while saving the world from the world…or your best friend or your brother or both if they were the same thing. Falling isn’t as fun anymore and it’s definitely not a game anymore. I guess its still a game but the rules change every second and the writer of the rules changes every second and the falling always starts but never seems to stop which isn’t as fun if you don’t know when the beginning meets the end and allows you to stop in enough time to catch your breath and see which way the sky is. Falling for me is almost like you can feel the world spinning and everyone got their gravity boots but you bought the wrong ones and they don’t work and you lost the receipt and they don’t take store credit so while everyone walks on this spinning planet you’re doing you're best not to fall off the very same feet you know someday won’t be able to hold you up anymore. And when you’re falling there’s nothing you can do but keep falling. You can’t ask for help because everyone else is either falling and too busy falling to help or they have no idea they’re falling and can’t see you or they ignore you because your falling just reminds them of what they’re doing that they refuse to acknowledge doing. Kinda like homeless people. You know, if you don’t look, they’re not really there. But they are. And I’m still falling. In movies and tv the worst part of falling is the landing but that’s not really true. Landing is easy…sure it can be painful but the one thing that all landings have in common is landing. At least you’ve stopped. But when you’re falling you just keep falling and you can’t think about the pain of landing because you’re submersed in the pain of not landing. Everything keeps moving and you convince yourself that you’re standing still but everything won’t stop when the reality is you keep moving and everything else won’t fall with you. It just keeps shooting by like weekends when your job sucks or weekdays when you suck at your job or the shooting stars that everyone saw except you because you seem to be the only one left in the world who still needs to blink. We’re all falling. Right? Everyone falls everyday and some of us never get to land. This is what I keep telling myself, cause I’d hate to be the only one... |