Poem: The Great Fall

When I first stood on my feet after the Great Fall
All around me snaked the rubble beneath
The tears came naturally, once they came at all
And lost was I, to the honor and horror of grief.

Pieces of dreams lay like shattered glass
I kick them over with something resembling rage
As my chest heaves, facing the past
Feelings of helplessness so familiar yet strange.

It all washes over me.

At first, I bit down hard to stop the cold sting
But Love held me close in those initial days
Singing softly until I remembered how to dream
And decide that I too, can be brave.

I learned something.

I loved someone.

I lost something.

I let it all wash over me--

This Great Fall,

Of desires and dreams,

The grateful death,

Of memory and me.

There are some things

I cannot save

But even still

I can be brave.