Whuffos always take the symbolism and ignore the skydiving. Cos they don't get it. It's kind of lame anyway, wrote it when i only had a few jumps... but here ya go...
Falling
I have fallen.
Weekly, now, I fall.
I grip the fear
by the neck and squeeze.
I squeeze, I squeeze, both hands gripped tight,
white knuckles, nails hurting.
The fear no longer breathes.
Its face is as still
as a doll’s.
It cannot bite me.
I bite, I fall into the air
and bite a pure, clean reality.
The air takes on its own texture,
thickened by the speed of my descent.
It is become my strength, my kinetic empowerment.
I am not falling now.
I fly.
My every movement
in this rare playground is magnified.
I see you, intense, bright in the sunlight.
In this nothingness
we are both
everything.
In falling we are free -
our secret, addiction.
But only we know it,
you and me.
