Falling

I'm holding on tight
but it feels like my fingers
are slipping

The skin on my palms
is scraped and torn
leaving bloody hand prints
on the rocks

Drops of blood
fall down like rain
staining the waves below

I can't hold on much longer
but if I'm going to fall
I may as well make the most
of these final moments

My fingers release
and I soar downward
my arms like wings

Someone help me
I'm falling slowly
if you come now
you could catch me

I am gliding
spiraling down
toward the waves

Gracefully diving
toward the churning sea
arms outstretched

There is a smile
on my face
as I plunge
beneath the waves