Perfect Landing

This poem is about letting go of fear and explore outside of your shell. Things might seem hard in the beginning but it would eventually turn better after you tried.

I'm hanging on a rope

Exploring the wonders of the universe

Looking at the scenery below me

Which is not too far down

I'm searching for a clue

To find a perfect landing

To avoid a fall

Or find a perfect crash 

I've lost my sense of direction

And hoping for a clue

If someone could tell me

Or whether I already knew

Holding onto the rope

I tried to focus on the ground

Then suddenly something hit me

The thought I finally found

I'm looking for a direction

To get a happy landing

However I lost all satisfaction

Because there is no perfect landing

I tried to hold on to the rope

Then I decided to let go

Let go of the fear

That kept me clinging on 

I had to let go 

And find the perfect landing

As the distance became closer

I would fall unto the ground

The ground would never hurt me

Because of the patch I truly found

The fall led me to serenity

A perfect direction in life

Only You could determine 

Whether it's life or strive

So I could no longer hold on

To the things I cherish most

As I know that fear could destroy me

If I hold it too close

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Great piece of work, picture adds to the flavor of a well written piece and
I agree with Jacob, I really enjoyed the oxymoron use always fun!
Thanks for sharing and b-blessed!

[Lyndy]

Thanks a lot James! You have a nice day! ^^

[ANTO]

The poem and the image (the stunning image choice) together give the reader a real sense of the surreality that is the mind and we are privvy to such deep thoughts and decisions in a conspiracy of beautiful voyeurism. This is very deep and deeply resonates Lyndy.
:)

[Lyndy]

Thanks a lot, Anto! :D

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i really like the use of the oxymoron..."perfect crash"---it takes a lot to overcome fear...
to move forward when we are scared...

and when we express ourselves with our poetry, there is that risk of being misunderstood or thought of as weird or alien....but our words move forward almost on their own and we follow them.

really like the poem, but just one suggestion...i would leave out the description...and let the readers interpret for themselves how they relate to the piece...

[Lyndy]

Thanks a lot, really appreciate your review! :D