I am learning how to fall with grace.
‘Tis a tricky thing to follow Thy bliss, when thy mind is so easily filled with shadows, and it is so honorable, to kiss death on the lips.
Can’t escape this thing that grabs me from inside; can’t hide, can’t rise.
Can only fall, and so I learn to fall with grace.
Knowing that one day I shall rise, I fall with grace.