Poetry

Poem #11 

A knot in my stomach,
I start to fall—
no safety rail to grab,
nobody around to catch me,
no parachute to stop me
from crashing.
I fucked up—
adrenaline confirms it.
And I realize
it’s futile to fight
gravity’s pull—
so, I surrender
to the free fall,
and let the void
take me into its dark embrace.

This morning I woke up and saw a bunch of notifications in Zora. I felt immense gratitude towards the community's support and was inspired to write. 

Its funny because the feeling I articulated is very different to gratitude but its one I've been struggling with lately.