'Free Falling'

Written by: Wilma Neels

You never grasp the crux of me labeling something this when it was actually that in between it all, the depth of it got lost instead of floating I was free falling unsure if you would be there to catch me the best part is I felt relieved even though I had no idea where I would end up I just knew sometimes not knowing maybe exactly what I needed because with that comes anxiety, in that anxiety my sleeping spirit awakens there is something new on the horizon something without control free falling just another way to reach my destiny without a map, in the end I will know this is home, exactly where I need to be