In a single moment of faith I step,
Tossing both fear and doubt to the wind.
My eyes are locked shut,
Tighter than ever before,
As I fall.
But open wide is my soul,
Stripped bare by the rushing of air,
Which consumes me in a mist of both fright
My first foray from above,
From that net of safety,
Where before I, in security, slept,
Though not just in the night.
Whether haven or prison
I know not,
But that I have left,
Loosed on the world with not just fear
I fall and I plummet,
I twist and I writhe,
I flail and I flap,
Yet as I stare death straight in the eyes,
I know I’m alive.
I care not that I flounder,
Nor that I am scared,
For as the jaws of death close over me,
I breathe for the first time.
Determined, I expand,
Breaking both the vice-grip of fear
And the devil’s mandible,
For death will not taste of me,
Inches from crashing,
From losing my life,
I have found the very thing I’ve been searching for,
Death is my first friend, for without him,
I would not have come upon this…
My limbs have never stretched so far,
My bones never felt so vast,
As I climb,
Never before have I felt this feeling,
To regally spread over all the earth,
To fear, to feel, and to fly.
Toward the scent of life I make way,
Wings and soul filled the same,
By the wind.
Over wet cliffs and
Rocky crags I scream,
Filling the river valley with a breath,
To the falls I soar,
Banking sharply at their breast,
In their mist.
Drawn in by their waters,
Lured by the refreshing breath
But as I fall into rhythm
With these falls,
I find, once again,
That I’m falling, too.
Enshrouded by their mist, I fall,
And it’s as if time has slowed,
Just for me,
To allow me this moment of extended breath,
Before again I find myself