Fallen

I take comfort in the silvery moon

And the vexed star

Sharing a sliver

of the softly flowing night sky.

I only imagine a vertical ascension

and the earths rapid descent.

bending light and bending earth

waves of air whipping past my volume

Eternally falling into my ascension

fear no longer consumes me

I am just as I am

fallen

It's been a couple of years.

In those years I haven't been myself.

I was consumed. Ingested. Rejected.

And now I find myself lying in a heap.

Barely the man I set out to become.

But I am still me. Whatever me is.

And that is my task.

To be rediscovered.

And made new.

Revived.