A Long Way to Fall

The walk was long.
Cold. That is how the rain felt.
Not a bad cold, ominous, cleansing even.

The view is divine.
That breathtaking, unearthly feeling of a higher place.
Heavenly.

The eyes open. Peering down once more.
Not to see the serene view of before.

Reality. The cars buzz below, lights flashing by.
The cold concrete looks harsh,
and inviting.

Breath. Bound. Blackness.

I turn on the news.
Another one.
How the world turns cold so quickly.
A flower bud, seized before it could blossom.

So much sorrow, so much anguish and pain.
So many are ready to tear us down,
ready to pull us apart.
Why do it ourselves?

Fight. Battle for the lost and hopeless.
Rage for the voiceless.
Live for the triumph of having somewhere to fall from.