The Final Fall

I fall all the time;

over my feet,

head over heels,

from grace,

and I stumble from one chaos to the next,

naming the streets as I get to know them,

one part familiar, 

one part nightmare,

sometimes falling into a ghost so that

for a time,

no one can see me,

except as a cool shadow

quickly blinked away.

My season of wounding has outlasted the blood in my body and

I stand bemused in a corner of an old song

and wait for the final fall.

No longer anxious,

no longer fearful,

no longer braced for the impact, 

not having to endure the intermission

before the breath is dragged screaming back.

I want to fall into that moment

and stay

  savoring the feel of motionless

for as long as it lasts…



About chimerapoet

I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again..... But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. I am just a scribbler of sorts. And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I. Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing. So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
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