Parachute

I felt inspired, so here's a little poem I wrote. Lots of Parachute references in it, so anyone wondering about why I love them so much--maybe you'll see it in the power and beauty of their words.

Tell me what you think :]

No one seems to see,
See what’s really me.
Now I can hardly speak,
And I can’t even breathe to save my life.

And now my only hope is right here,
On my back.
I’m free falling.
But I can’t pull the string—
How can the only thing that’s killing me
Make me feel so alive?

Can my parachute
Save me now?
While I scream out loud
For the world to hear:
“Just take me away from all that I am,
Take me away from here.”

And now I find myself
Playing hide-and-seek
With those words that I can’t find—
How does it drive me crazy,
But make me feel so alive?

This parachute,
Strapped to my back,
My only hope,
While I’m a wreck—
It makes me want to believe.

No one can see,
But it’s killing me inside.
I want to believe,
But I can’t even try.

And I’m not sure how it’s gonna be,
If I can bring myself to believe.
But in this moment all I know
Is that I have just one last hope,
One shot.

Just pull one string,
And I’ll be safe,
Floating down on
Wings of grace,
Singing lullabies
To make me feel—
Faith?

They’ll bring me down,
And I’ll land with my feet on the ground,
In a run,
Ready to find myself.
Ready to find my words.
Ready to fix this mess I’ve made.

Maybe this parachute can save me.