Since the Last Time I Fell

At the request of the Cheshire Cat, via Vox, I will be posting some of my old poetry. I'm not much of a poet – in fact, I only have a couple of them to share. Poetry doesn't come easily to me. So far, I've only found my inspirations in my times of depression. Here's hoping for happier thoughts in future poems...

Since the Last Time I Fell

Like most people,
I try not to fall.
I try to be careful,
Overly cautious at times.
I try to guard against it.
But it is inevitable.
We will fall.
We don't mean to fall, usually.
Sometimes we try to plan when we fall,
But planning when we fall
Is like planning who we fall for.
Or who will fall for us.
It just happens.
It happens quickly and without warning.
What's most important
Is what we do after we fall.
Do we pick ourselves up?
Do we learn from our mistakes?
Truth be told –
Falling actually feels good.
Spontaneous. Uncontrollable.
And for that brief moment,
We forget about everything else.
What hurts is when we reach the bottom.
That is why I am here.
I'll always be there with you
To catch you when you fall.