Here is what they don’t tell you.
The fall from grace isn’t a slope but a cliff
One wrong step, gone forever
One shift of the wind and you’re out of time
It’s biting cold, the way down
Wind ripping past your cheeks and slicing your ribs
Darkness grasping for your fingertips
And it doesn’t take long, not really
You slip, you’re pushed, in the end they all drown
In the ravine’s long lost river of used-to-be-mine
Here is what they don’t tell you.
The fall from grace isn’t an excommunication, but a rebellion
One stray thought leads to another
One shift of the stars and you’re down for the count
It’s searing, the betrayal
Pain seeping in your bones and nesting in your heart
A tinge of red in your vision
You tell yourself it’s fine, really
You ignore it, you’re consumed, in the end they all succumb
To the inferno bursting at the seams of the decline
Here is what they don’t tell you.
The fall from grace isn’t gentle, or even consolidating once you reach the end
One choice, this is what you get
One shift of the shackles and you’re back under water
It’s curious, the landing
Salt blinding your eyes and stinging your burns
Caution thawing around your freedom
Because that’s what it is, really
You discover, you’re shunned, in the end they’ll all see
Why fly for the sun when a sea of knowledge reflects a greater shine
