over a precipice
like a nondescript waterfall
though the height may not be great
I still fall
the jagged rocks beneath my surface
cannot pierce the ‘real’ me,
and like water I shall continue to flow.
shall have soft-safe landings?
I cannot see how far is the fall
But perhaps once I reach the bottom
I shall straighten out
And flow like the stream
nurturing all around.
– hope in tough times