A Poet Out of Place

Congrats on the pedestal you now stand on

The eyes you masquerade for

A lie dressed to be naked

I stepped down

Maybe I lowered myself, but,

The view is better from down here

There was a little girl

Carefree and innocent

Confident and unknowing

She wore polka dots and stripes

Not caring what anyone said

Not caring about the whispers

Not even noticing

Too proud to have chosen the clothes herself

Her world started and ended with her parents

And she trusted the world

Never hid anything

Was perfect

Or so they thought

As she grew up

Something changed

Whispers became voices yelling in her head

Her world shattered and crumbled

The innocence broken

She tried to find a solution

But where?

She learned to crave the burn of alcohol

The sting

The rush of knowing this was wrong

She still wanted to be perfect

But now she knew she never could

Guilt battled with want

What happened to the little girl?

It burns going down

But you love it anyways

You crave it

You need it

You know it’s bad, but who cares?

Not you

You throw it back it one practiced go

Your lips go numb

Your throat burns

A nice heat settles in your stomach

I stood there

High above, looking at the horizon

Looking at the rushing water below

Everything seemed so distant

The ropes were all set, it was time

What if this went wrong?

The countdown started

5, No turning back

4, I walked to the edge

3, It will be fine?

2, Too late now

1, I jumped

I screamed, free falling

The water rushed by below

I felt the bungee stretch,

Suddenly, the water seemed too close

Then the bungee recoiled, I was falling upwards

Flying, weightless, free

I started going down again

This time, I was ready

This time, I knew everything was okay

After all, you only need a bungee