These past few weeks have been intense. Lots going on in the world, lots going on in my life. It was all weighing pretty heavily on me, and while I was journalling, I latched onto the phrase ‘catch me.’ I started a new page, and this is what I came up with.
when i fall, i fall slow.
picking up speed as i go.
total dark, flitting past.
oh, how long will this emptiness last?
my breathing, heavy and ragged.
behind me, my heart lagged.
tears streaming, nothing gleaming.
head over heels, tumbling faster.
look how the eclipse rushes past her.
salt and spice in the air
shaking hands, knotted hair.
mouth dry, throat full of honey.
i choke out, ‘will anyone catch me?’
. . . yes.
warmth seeps out my belly,
around my chest, and i ask, ‘me?’
‘you are both the damsel and the knight in your story.’
on my bed, i sink to my knees.
‘is the dark the dragon?’
‘no, my darling.
This one is feels more raw than some of the stuff I’ve written; it’s rougher. But I like it. As you can see, there is no ‘hidden message’, but I did rhyme my words (remember when we were taught that poetry had to rhyme?!)