12th April, 2014

I was almost gone
but then I fell away;
to feel myself falling,
parts of me drifting apart,
furthering their distance from me,
I knew of no other sensation like this
But the gaping hole that was filling
with blackness in the centre of my chest.
I kept falling
but it was the sensation of falling that caught me
and gave me something to feel,
something to know
something to gather the pieces back together again with
and allow the experience to envelop me,
to look downwards and to keep going as though I was flying
towards my destination,
speed unnerving;
and the falling was no longer,
almost gone fell away beneath me
and I was now flying,
higher and higher
towards my destination
a place I could not see,
but all I knew was that I was me
and I was travelling the way I wanted to be.

• 12/04/14, Gisborne