Down

When I fall down
I find out the sense of humility
When I touch the ground
I discover another part of reality

I keep dreaming
A day when I’ll stand up
I try reaching
The minute when I don’t have to give up.

Hold on or let me go
Start hoping or stop praying
Either way, let me know
To find myself as a real being.

Cause slowly, I disappear…
The old me is just a phantasm in the fog
And no one sheds a tear…
They only say: “She had no luck…”

The rising of the sun is no beginning
Again, half empty is my glass
The appearance of the moon is another ending…
That’s why my life seems a mess.

Having no concept about right and wrong
I am waiting for assistance…
I praise and in the same time I envy the strong
I need more back-up, more resistance…

But, hey, maybe that’s the catch:
Maybe I have to be unimaginative to have later a plan
Perhaps everything has a match
And I have to be down to get up again.

©Timea K. Szűcs