page breaks

there are fullstops in life
and i stand on a ground of
hopes and dreams that are meant
to come true
and it's crumbling beneath me
like broken ice and
psychological landslides.

i used to stand on tiptoes -
steady
but where is my balance
where is my strength?

i fall upon cushions of rocks and
sharp knives and i feel safe
torn and tattered
i feel secure under
broken roofs
because i know now
that i can go no further
than pitbottom and
life won't hurt me
as much as it once did.

i drop
i am free.