Sometimes it’s just easier to fall,
to let it all drop to the ground
There’s a certain calmness
in the center of the pile,
where everything has found itself
when you’ve let it go
Maybe that which weighed you down
wasn’t meant to be held onto
and once released it flies away
to someone else’s orbit,
leaving you to stand up on your own
When there’s no one and nothing left
to help carry the load
maybe it’s time to give yourself
the rest you need to rebuild and return
to places where the only back that carries
isn’t your own