The opposite of falling

You caught me again as I was falling,
falling through the jagged sky of my past;
it was you who bore my weight and
gently laid me upon a soft, mossy bed;
It was you who lulled my breathing
and you who stroked me gently until sleep came.
It all started when I whispered your name.
The opposite of falling.

© Meisaan Chan

 

 

About Meisaan Chan

www.curvingtowardthecenter.wordpress.com
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2 Responses to The opposite of falling

  1. I’m sure not what you intended, but this totally resonates with me as far as Zoloft. 🙂

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