Livin’ like fallin’ ain’ livin’ at all
frightened of shadows – unsure how to call
when nobody’s there.
It’s easy to slip and to slide,
waters are dangerous
not knowing the tide.
It’s all down to timing;
if you don’t jump
And livin’ like fallin’
aint livin’ at all.
I wrote this short poem years ago, listening to a singer in a local gig, she in her youth and writing her life in her songs. She moved me. And she made me remember myself as a young woman, too scared to be herself, to unsure to understand risk and the danger of commitment. Wanting to love , and to be loved in return but always holding back something critical. It’s risky to jump, but the risk is just is high if you don’t. I lost myself for a number of important years. Learning to reveal the layers, show the me I am rather than the person I want to be. Jumping is fun.