Looking
about this room I'm in,
I can't help but see past the faces.
I look
and look, without seeing what's there,
As though I'm looking into a window.
I see
that it is there,
But it does not hold a meaning.
Like wind
in my hair,
As I stand on the bank I feel it is there.
Leaning
forward,
As though I'm trying to see the bottom,
I let my
arms out, my head up high,
Releasing all that has held me back, I jump.
Falling
in slow motion, feeling the ocean spray,
I am not scare of what is at the bottom.
What good
is a life of chance,
If I am not willing to take the risk.
Instead
of a splash,
Into the cold water below
I land in
a soft cloud of fluff,
And am consumed by an overwhelming joy.
I put my
faith into the myself,
And trusted that I would not get hurt.
The risk
I took, was the greatest of all,
To fall, without fear.
If only
the landing,
Was as easy as the falling.
When I
lie on the ground,
And look to the sky, I see my life.
It is
what I make it,
Like animals from clouds.
I am what
decides my destiny and future,
And I am what decides my fate.
I chose
to live
Falling for the times that make me smile.
Leaving
behind me on the jagged cliffs,
Are the ones who only choose to hold me back.
No longer
caring if my life is approved,
Or whether or not is deemed appropriate.
When I
leave this body,
It will be just that.
My mind
will flow as though it were on a river,
Thoughts and dreams either realized or given up.
The risk,
it is worth the effort,
It is worth the chance of failure.
Without
the risk,