Falling, I Rise Poem by Ryan Lee Morris

My idols, my desires,
My obsessions, my goals,
My destination.
Help me move forward in life?
Or make me idle.
Always just one step away,
But never quite there.
Never fulfilled, always despaired,
Just plain empty.
A mirage, in the desert of life.
The wind cannot be caught,
Although I chase it.
It can blow me away though.
I prefer a gentle breeze.
I love my idols.
I am loving them.
They do not love me back.
They do not, or will not prove love,
Love is true.
Love proves it is love.
They have an end.
Love does not.
The idols hurt me,
Yet, I still pursue.
Loves hurts, I run.
One by one, they will fall.
When they have all fallen,
I will be at the bottom.
Until there is only one left.
This one is love.
It is the only one that will not fall.
It will not fail.
It will pick me up,
And carry me through.
It never left me.
I left it.
Now, in love, I fall.
As I fall, I rise.