sometimes you have to lose everything
that you thought was real and forever
what you were told was important and true
and you have to be at the very end of your rope
holding on with only one hand
to finally hear what it is that makes
your very singular heart beat
and the sounds of others will fade out
as you take surprised breaths
in your shattered form
but you will slowly resurrect yourself
as the native wisdom of your soul
becomes louder in the void
for you are now a creator
and you have been to the edge
of the old existence
and found a net cast forth
from the deepest part of you
that you are just now meeting
that part was waiting for this moment
what others might call a fall
but you will later call your rise
and the beginning is just beginning
for when you realize it was you
that caught yourself
there is nothing left to fear
and nowhere to go but up
