Feathers fall slowly, methodically
Drifting side to side.
Weightless.
Painless to me.
Barely able to be felt or touched.
As I look outside my window, the snow falls
Lightly.
It coats my Heart;
The snowflake soon vanishes.
Waterfalls are Forceful,
Yet Beautiful.
Naturally falling with the force of gravity
Without restriction.
The Archer falls the moment,
He releases the Arrow.
The Arrow of Knowledge strikes
At the center of my Heart.
Where it pierces
And murders Trust and its sweetness—
Making space for Hurt and its bitterness.
When bad news hits,
It falls hard and leaves an imprint
Eternally engraved into the
Existence of the One who learns
The Truth.
Tears fall
Violently,
With a force greater than
Gravity:
The Force of Pain.
Streaming down my face
Indescribable emotions escape
From within—
Uncontainable.
My Heart
Falls out of my chest.
And it runs away from
Me.