Then the strings snapped and my free fall began!
In a solid cage of iron and steel
swiftly down I went through the way it came
and it felt like I was free falling from
the Eden itself, our primordial home!
I am always a fan of gravity,
the certain way it brings us down to earth,
however high in life we may have come!
ย ย ย ย 

In that confined darkness an angel came
and urged me to be as brave as one ought
to accept, life will always come to naught
except in our rebellious dreams and words!
ย ย ย 

Yes I know, I told her, that is my lot
and then with a loud thud the falling stopped!

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46 thoughts on “Free Fall

  1. In one of your comments above I found out that the speaker of the poem survives the fall. While I am glad to know that, my original perception was that the arrival of the angel and it’s urging to be brave and accepting of life’s realities, together with the abrupt end of the poem, pointed to the idea that the speaker had passed out of this realm of the living and into that of the dreams that he had mentioned to the angel. Living, after all, could mean many things, as could survival.

    Perhaps the angel was there to guide him to the next world where he would be able to live out his dreams. Or perhaps, he survived, though perhaps a bit shaken and bruised and worn from his experience, and found bravery within himself to make his dreams a reality.

    Either way, I thought there was a lot consider between the two points of view for the direction of the poem and the message that it gives. It takes as much bravery to accept one’s fate, as it does to take the first step to change what one’s fate seems to be. From that perspective, this poem has straddled the line between two possibilities and opened door number 3 for the participant, albeit with a bit of nudging from the angel. Nicely done!!

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    1. TBH I myself am confused about the ending… since Aug ’10 until April ’15 I used to write alongside my professional career… for a year now however, writing is the only thing I have been doing and after the financial and social toll now it has begun to take its psychological toll on me… I tried to incorporate the angel’s part to end the poem on a hopeful note, could not… something took hold of me and made me end it the way it had! I am sorry to babble at your review without really adding any value to the content… but feeling somewhat lighter now.

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      1. Oh, of course, feel free to unburden yourself. I don’t mind and it is good for you to say whatever is troubling you. If you do feel lighter, then the purpose has been served.

        You do remember when I reminded you of the importance for social integration? Do not let that pass you by, as it is connected to your psychological well-being. The body cannot survive without a healthy soul. And it seems to me that your soul bears a lot of scars that are affecting your mind.

        The angel can be many things; I think, it may have been your way of asking for help from a higher power. We humans do strange things when we are nearing the line of no return. We can see our destruction coming closer, but we heedlessly speed up instead of slowing down. And when we do escape destruction by whatever means, we are reproachful and lay blame on anything that is convenient.

        But that was then and this is now. I do hope things are better with you at present. Do not apologise for speaking your mind. You content holds its own value for any to see it if they would.

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  2. …an interesting topic around which to express your thoughts on “Falling”… I try never to go in an elevator as I end up feeling quite claustrophobic. A thoughtful thought-thread, this…. ๐Ÿ™‚

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          1. To some extent, it would be. Especially if one fell because someone else pushed them. Wouldn’t it be safer just to be alone? One shuts off – and it would take some time till one decides to open up again. Closed off means less vulnerable.

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            1. yes but I was reading D H Lawrence and came across this: โ€œI love trying things and discovering how I hate them.โ€ … i think being able to strike that golden balance between vulnerability and closed off is something to strive for but for now to the cocoon then, in the hope of a metamorphosis!

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              1. I love that line. It’s so me. ๐Ÿ™‚ Okay, to the cocoon then. But make sure it’s because one expects the metamorphosis (internally) and not because one hopes that things would be different when they next step out of the cocoon – because they won’t be. We can’t change the world; we can only change ourselves as Rumi said. Easier said than done, I know.

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                    1. I’m no scientist – Google knows more than I do about that. But firefly is prettier and they give off light. I remember being mesmerised by fireflies when I was a kid. Isn’t it amazing how a tiny thing like that can light up its immediate surrounding? Yeah firefly would be much better. Even if they don’t morph.

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                    2. Heck, use your poetic license to get Phosphorus, too. Create the most beautiful firefly there is in the entire world. One with the brightest light. In fact, create more than one and release them to the world. Remember to send one to me ๐Ÿ™‚

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                    3. ๐Ÿ˜€ My selfish self would love a million fireflies (provided that they don’t swarm me!), but right now, one would do. I appreciate the thought, though ๐Ÿ™‚

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