Ill fall fast and steady like a
Brick
But when I finally hit the ground
glass...
I've shattered into a million pieces, all around myself.
I pick them up
the pieces of myself.
Slowly I put myself back together.
Incredible...in the fall I was whole but I fell to fast.
Then I was glass, fragile as the ground
rose up to meet me.
Life breaks you into a million pieces and leaves you to pick yourself up.