How would it be to fall?
Watching the wind wipe away,
Every thought, every experience.
How would it be to look at those hard, clamped hands?
Ones that have clenched a rough rope for so long.
To see them heal
To set them free
How would it feel?
How would it be to empty that bag?
Throw each stone, rock and pebble,
To be weightless.
Pour it all out and then pour more in.
Scrape out the core,
Explode and shine.
Just then maybe for a second,
It would feel,
What it’s like,
To be alive.