I fell.
That I can accept.
With the wind whipping my hair back.
My face is contorted.
I never said I fell gracefully.
I'm falling.
It's an obvious reaction to stepping off.
When once I was only teetering,
it was then took my final bow.
Colliding into an invisible force.
You would think a landing would make me grounded.
I've only plummeted deeper with in.
Left solitified somehow.
I'm not of feather weight.
I was not light enough to float.
The numbers did not matter.
I fell and crashed just as hard.
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