Forever falling
Some things you can’t describe:
the pain that comes with breathing,
knowing every minute like a cancer grows;
thought a cold war enemy,
waiting for the perfect moment to attack.
Some things you can’t describe:
the grace of being skin,
open to all hurt but never hiding;
knowing truth can be the end of you
but simply, simply not caring.
Some things you can’t describe:
the loneliness of loving too heartfelt and too pig-headed;
never buying tales of common sense,
flying wings of solemn wax too closely to the sun
but falling down forever uncomplaining.
Some things you can’t describe:
the memories of flight;
being scared of heights but bound by longing;
always ready to be hurt again
and simply, quite simply not caring.