What if there is no bottom, and all we fear to believe is true

Will we stop the fall and walk away, or dive head first and feel the race

The rushing wind and pounding chest with lightning thoughts and those regrets

Loss that drives with siren calls ceaselessly slashing until we fall

Death by thousand cuts or quickly, the choice now clear arrives here swiftly

And so we reach

Stretching arms with heart in hand believing pain will have to end

To the bottom we race come heaven or hell, one last launch of our free will

The promise of an end so sweet, our weary past our feet

To know the end of wondering, regrets and loss and second guessing

And so we fall

Down to the bottom to face our fear and find the truth long hidden there

The end is just a passing through, where what was once simply starts anew

The fall I speak is not of death, or natural pit, or precipice

The bottom we fear is in ourselves where regrets and pain build up steep walls

To treacherous heights we scurried up escaping from the we built up

Atop this place where nothing touches, the price to feel now in its clutches

Cut off from life afraid to move the will to live begins to swoon

The freedom sought away from pain, drove to where only pain remains

Looking down from lofty heights the call to die gives way to flight

And so we fall

We fall to grace and hit rock bottom

And learn to live anew tomorrow

David Poetry