Why They Call it Falling

This time I’ll be ready,

When the tears flow down,

The hurt will be lessened,

I won’t make a sound.

This time I’ll stay steady,

My feet will not slip,

My head held high,

No quiver upon my lip.

This time I’ll let go,

No holding dead dreams,

I’ll find yet another,

Going down life’s stream.

This time I’ll stay low,

Someplace out of sight,

No one will find me,

Not in day or at night.

This promise I make,

Each time my heart bleeds,

In hopes of strength,

Yet my mind never heeds.

This promise I take,

Like an oath so solemn,

But the next time I try,

I find my heart has still fallen.

~Meg James