page breaks

there are fullstops in life

and i stand on a ground of

hopes and dreams that are meant

to come true

and it's crumbling beneath me

like broken ice and

psychological landslides.

i used to stand on tiptoes -

steady

but where is my balance

where is my strength?

i fall upon cushions of rocks and

sharp knives and i feel safe

torn and tattered

i feel secure under

broken roofs

because i know now

that i can go no further

than pitbottom and

life won't hurt me

as much as it once did.

i drop

i am free.