I am a collection of the mistakes and dreams of those that I've loved

A mind that never stops moving, accompanied by a heart that feels every beat and every tear

A soul like mine is fortunate for love

I understand the strength in sensitivity and just when struggle is finally starting to seem beautiful

I begin to feel my grip slipping

Quick, grab a different rung

No, not that one

Reach further, try harder

I begin to realize my body shaking

Quick, call for help

No, they won't understand

Now I can hardly feel my chest sink back into my body as you kindly excuse yourself from the room

But please, let me fall 

Becuase I am grounded by your love

And tomorrow I will have strength to try again