All This Little Things ~ Poetry

Falling

We happen to fall in many moments and not realize,
a drop of ink that flows between the words and distort them following the rhythm of their intense sound,
a destroyed puzzle that tries in every way to be reassembled with care and precision,
a fragility that carries and weaves with it the scars of fears,
an unwanted failure that changes the way you can seize the moment,
a dream that hides behind insecurities capable of reflecting the soul,
If I think about how falling destabilizes facing them, I know that in reality the right way is to always get up.