it is much easier to stand, than it is to fall,
for progress is quick to achieve with two feet on the ground .
your ups and downs are accepted, day in and day out .
until you arrive at a breaking point .
this is the point where the mind becomes disoriented .

being blinded for so long has left you unbearably vulnerable .
you are trapped, exposing weakness,
and begging for protection .
but there is no haven attainable,
when the storm is the refuge you seek .

stumbling, your mind races through stages of hysteria .
you’ve tried before to keep track of the delirium,
but you had lost count rapidly .

the search for sanctuary becomes overwhelming,
and you are left trembling, waiting for an answer .
you wait and you wait for the slightest sense of clarity .
and then you realize,
there is no answer this time around .

there is nothing left for you to do,
but stand back in fear,
as you watch your beloved surroundings crumble once again .
but this time differs from the rest .
because by this time, you’ve grown tired, and weak,
and the need to prove your worth has evaporated .

this is the art of falling,
and i know it well .

you’ve held on long enough .
you can feel your hands slipping,
and the idea of releasing your grip sets in .
you turn your head to see all that is left 
while you gather your thoughts .
you look down to ensure that nothing, and no one, is in your way .
and finally, you look up,
in search of some inexplicable omen,
but there isn’t one .

that’s when it happens .
with eyes shut and teeth clenched tight,
you take one deep breath,

and you let go .

you fall,
and you are left with the ability to stand all over again .