Down

I’m not used to this..
This Incompetence.
Since when have I ever been pulled Down like this?
What Is this..
Gravity?

Till now I’ve soared..
It must have been on Another’s Wings.
But Now I’m the Bird…
The Weight of the others is too much..
The Gravity of the Situation won’t allow it
I must have flown coop too swiftly..
I’m falling..

And the Ground Approaches
The Imminent.
Too Fast for my Liking.
It’s all a Blur..
What the Fuck Happened?
The Expectations Drown out my Shouts
Their Resistance still not enough to slow my Plummet
Now they just ruffle Feathers…

….
The Roar in my Mind..
Will It Cease??
The Ground’s Approach.
Will It Slow??
Since when has Spreading my Wings been so Taxing??
Since when has the Act I Loved so much been so Strenuous??

Then the Wind Whispers
.
.
“You’re Going Down.
But You’re Not Down Yet.”

October 6, 2012