Swiftly Falling – Written Monday 6th March 1995 (Aged 20)

Swiftly Falling

Swiftly falling through the air,
like when you are in a dream
with nothing but blackness there.

Spiraling into a bottomless cavern —
a soft haven
from a wicked and torn earth.

A heart beating safely in a womb
is safe and protected
as any life you have.

Slowly waking up,
taking time to think things through,
seeing a figure
bent double,
gaunt, with a welcoming smile,
asking if you would rather dream for a while.

You can be feeling really weak —
this figure knows
there was safety in sleep.

As the moon glows with your eyes closed,
with thoughts to spare,
swiftly falling through the air
without a single care.

It knows life can be hard,
and that sometimes
you would rather be there.

James Garratt – Monday 6th March 1995

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