My rocky start

Gravity is pulling my ankles, stretching my bloody and tired fingers...

After falling miles to catching the cliff, a beautiful muse kisses my neck and assures me that I will be fine, but... but she is just an illusion of safety. 

I must fall.

I must let go.

Fear smiles as I struggle with Mortality, and deny myself the ground that awaits below. 

Rock bottom is the beginning of the sky. 

Releasing the muse and cliff as the fingernails rip with one more tug from Gravity, Reality embraces me in the final seconds, and calms my mind, soothes my heart, and guarantees only a few more breaths.

Like awaiting birth from the womb. The darkness as my eyes are closed is temporary. 

I jumped and now am afraid to die. I had Faith, but she left once I frolicked with Doubt. I had everything I needed, and now I need this... this disastrous meeting with Life and Death to know myself again. 

I pray that I am reborn even greater, stronger, smarter, more intelligent, and as solid as the rocks from my Mother, as I merge with her bosom to end one process and begin another.

My rocky start. 

By: Atiim Chenzira aka Blackulah ©2012 (Poet, Rapper, Singer, Writer, Activist, Teacher, Social Worker)