Falling...

Like a moth drawn to a flame, I am crashing.
Everything that once made sense seems to have taken a wrong turn.
I wish i understood,but the reality is,
I have forgotten who I used to be.

Taking a deep breath,
looking at the reflection in the mirror,
"I know who I am", she says,
yet he stares blankly back at her.

I am a storm in the midst of your calm,
The water your thirst never knew it needed,
The voice in your head that dares you to be great...
I am life as you wish it to be,
Light at the end of your tunnel ,
Yet you sit in darkness contemplating the length of the journey instead of just living.

I am the courage you wish you had,
The carrier of regrets you never knew you had,
Your helping hand when you think you have fallen.
For they do say, when you have hit rock bottom, there's no where to go but up.
What they do not tell you is that rock bottom might be hell...
and hell definitely has a basement...

I have fallen,
For in the fulfillment of life as I wish to know it
I am learning of life as it wishes to be known.
For to be truly alive may not be living on the edge
To be really alive doesn't have to be a fight,
Yet, like a moth drawn to a flame, I am suddenly jolted back to me.
"I have forgotten who I am"

"I am the calm after the storm,
The rain in the desert,
Greatness personified,
The journey worth taking...", he says.
Looking at my reflection, she stares back at me
I am crashing back into me