Falling

That last second in time…

The wind gently beckons, it tugs at your hair, 
One tentative step: go further, my dear. 
You cover your face, you hang it in shame,
The storm in your mind, that end is so near.

You toy with the thought, you question, you doubt,
A stumble, a trip, and the long bliss as you wait. 
The crowd of mistakes cheer you on and then part,
A few words of advice "Don't look back. It's too late". 

Some half-buried thought, it's clinging to hope,
Ignore your periphery and move once again. 
Banish that doubt so you bleed remorse dry,
Shed your last tear and fall with the rain.