The Fall
written by: Lynn White
@Lynn-White-Poetry-1603675983213077
I’m running downhill
running
faster and faster.
I’m crossing the bridge now,
still running,
running
to the end of the bridge,
trying to see the end.
But there is no end
and I’m falling now,
falling,
falling.
falling into the arms
of the demons below
with their waving arms
outstretched
and their claws primed
waiting to break my fall
and swallow me up
into their depths.
I grasp at the air,
cling to the wind
flailing,
falling.
flailing.
Then,
I’m clinging
to a hopeful ray of sunshine
to carry me up,
to take me with it
into the light.
Now
I’m floating,
floating,
floating upwards or down.
It’s not clear,
am I still falling or am I
floating upwards
into the light.
Lynn White lives in north Wales. Her work is influenced by issues of social justice and events, places and people she has known or imagined. She is especially interested in exploring the boundaries of dream, fantasy and reality. She was shortlisted in the Theatre Cloud 'War Poetry for Today' competition and has been nominated for a Pushcart Prize and a Rhysling Award. Her poetry has appeared in many publications including: Apogee, Firewords, Capsule Stories, Gyroscope Review and So It Goes. Find Lynn at her blog - Poetry - Lynn White.
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