THE BEAUTY OF A FALL
Favour Ezekeke
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To fall is to be enamored
by vivid colors.
The greasy gore of a red bruise;
Deep enough to keep your eyes
Open for twin pitfalls.
Surface enough to fade away
As fast as it came.
The bluish blot of your hurt;
Spilling sporadically into the
Fibers of hard earth.
Like ink released from a bottle,
It cannot be gathered back to where it began.
But memory's clothe can wipe it away,
Leaving behind a trace for you
To use as you may.
The blackish blur of your ego;
The clutter in your mind,
Clogging your path to reason,
Stifling you from heeding,
The true cause of the fall.
A fall awaits you at every step
But its beauty lies in its repetition,
Its eagerness to take you on a circular journey
Till you strip away from the fear it brings,
Or the ego it leaves behind,
And listen to the lessons it tells.
Only then can you be truly free
From the shackles of a fall.