rosepoems

like a single raindrop
in a storm,
we fall quickly
in an unwavering path
rushing
toward what seems to be
the easiest ending
we blindly streak
through skies
and let gravity’s pull
control our speed
often forgetting
we’re one in a storm
of a million
all crashing and racing
toward the surface below
and never fully grasping
that when we reach
the hardened ground
we’ll need
a thousand others
to break our fall.
and a thousand others
will need us
to break theirs.