Falling By: Nisha Hodgins

Nisha Hodgins, Fall Editor

just one step until the wind combs my hair 

the bird’s hopeless cry for help will echo beside my ear

and every inch of my body will be crawling with a prickly sensation


so Mother Earth will you catch me?

or, will Death’s eyes pierce me?

will my misery bury jubilance?

will sadness trickle over me?


melancholy might sweep through the air destroying all that is pure

and if I come into Death’s arms I will shiver

endings are numbing and excruciating 

because warmth and joy are only faint memories


just one step until my world stops spinning

and the wind stops blowing

and the birds stop crying

and the prickly sensation vanishes

because once I fall 



fate chooses whose arms I will lay upon