**catch me**

yes
come home
just a little closer
jump my darling, i'll catch you
The closer i stand at the edge of the cliff the louder their chants become,
beckoning me to come home
mother screams at me to get away from the edge when my other mother is telling me to jump,
she said she'll catch me with all my brothers and sisters beside her cheering me on
come little sister, join us
they are everywhere, from small crystal droplets of rain to the treacherous  waves,
when i'm underwater, they whisper stories about what home is like,
one mother cries whilst the other is cheerful
i want to be happy, to be free, with all my brothers and sisters,
so i jump..
straight into the treacherous tempest
they kept their promise, mother, brother and sister, 
their waves lashed out and caught me
the more we embraced the more the sea swelled and heaved,
together we chant
finally home

Author's Note

Hey guys im a newbie here, ahhh first poem, its not perfect, its not meant to be... so yeah enjoy.

Reviews

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

This is very intriguing. Since I do not know of your life, or what experiences you have, I am not sure how you meant some of this. It sounds beautiful and I love your phrasing - some beautiful lines here! It makes me wonder what the two mothers are...could it be an earthly mother and the mother ocean? It feels to me like when we just want to abandon all the troubles,worries, cares of this material existence and just jump...who knows where - here it is the ocean. I am rambling, but do not let that bother you...I do that when something makes me think and I like it. Would love a bit of insight into this from your perspective.

[The Realist]

Sure, this one is a personal one for me, from my perspective, this poem is about a child who is to young to understand the chaos that surrounds her. shes watched her family jump when things got bad, thinking that they jumped to a happy world, hence why 'they' whisper to her. nut also because of how free the ocean is, the way it moves with emotions.......... when its clam it softly kisses the sand and chases you to the top of the dunes, or when its mad, it causes destruction and ruins.... how freely the ocean expresses its emotions......... wouldn't we want that? without being judged or called crazy?............ the mothers...... well lets just say that the ocean has a vioce that sounds exactly like her mother, her real mother...... the times that the other mother is crying..... the little girl is reminiscing of when her mother cried days on in. until she jumped herself.... so at the point?? well the point is,is as the girl grew older, the more she thought jumping into happiness (death) was normal...

[The Realist]

i know there is a lot of spelling ,mistakes, but i cannot be bothered fixing them now..

[Shimmerbliss/CAF]

Okay, so it is them calling from death. I was thinking tha,t but seemed so sad to think they were all dead. It is complex. Thank you so much for the reply.

[The Realist]

i know, but not all stories have happy endings and this certainly does not, and no i thank you Claire for reading my works.

[Sarah Roehrig]

This brought me home. Thank you.

[The Realist]

im honored that this hit home. thank you Sarah for reviewing my work.

[Coyote Poetry]

I like the energy and the flow of thoughts in the words. You create place, journey and good ending. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[The Realist]

No, Thank you Coyote Poetry for taking the time to read my poems, that means a lot to me

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome.

[Chris]

Seems we're always tryin' to come home... but how many ever really do? A fair voice and a good beginning.

[The Realist]

Thank you Chris.