We all fall

We all fall.

Sometimes fast, sometimes blind-

The wind roaring past pieces of our mind.

The world tilts, and gravity wins,

But the story doesn't end where it begins. 

"It's not the fall that kills us, it's the landing."

But what if the landing is the point of it all?

Because to rise, we must learn to fall-

to trust air, to face the unknown,

to crash through fear and call it home. 

Not every fall is breaking,

sometimes it's becoming-

a moment before the lift, 

a pause before the gift. 

So fall with faith, not fear's demanding,

for maybe it's not the fall-or the landing-

But what we do in between that turns into something true.