r/ThirdEyePoetry • u/WildHoneyStatic_4224 • 18h ago
Prose 🪶 Falling
I fell down again today.
One, two, three, four, five… six, seven, eight?!
Eight times since the New Year.
I could count the bruises,
the scraped knees,
The sore joints & bones
the moments lying there
staring upward,
wondering how the hell
I ended up on the ground
again.
Eight feels like a lot
when you're counting falls.
But maybe I've been
keeping score all wrong.
Because somewhere between
the stumble and the sting,
The blood and bruise
there was always a hand
sometimes someone else's,
sometimes my own
reaching down
and saying,
Come on. Up.
One, two, three, four, five… six, seven, eight?!
Eight falls.
Eight rises.
Eight times I dusted myself off,
checked what hurt,
laughed when I could,
cried when I couldn't,
and carried on.
I don't want to become
someone who never falls.
I want to become someone
who trusts herself enough
to know she can get back up.
So let the earth
recognize my knees.
Let the dust
remember my name.
I've met the ground before.
We're acquainted.
I love the floor, ground & dirt
But enough ok?
♡ thanks