Wait To Fall Poem by Bri Lynne

Tomorrow has become the Sun
I've planned a fall
Angels would grimace after
Sometimes you must just follow
That familiar scream between your ears
Sometimes you must just
Fall into it.

I've lost any hope from the past
Yet I remain sturdy as a log
Soaring above on these wide wings
Those wings you built for me
Sometimes you must fall hard
To learn what down is
Sometimes you must taste the bottom
To find the sudden hope and climb
The chalk is to hold onto
To keep you from slipping.