Everyday, I fall through space,
In that one moment-time seems to slow and I move as though I have wings,
Then I crash down, the small moment of peace dissolves into mist
And into the fear on others faces.
And so I stand up and show them I am ok, that this is normal,
But I want to scream it isn’t.
And I want that one moment, where there is no pain, but flight to last a little longer.
Still, I must rise and conquer this thing.
I am once again stuck here-
Wondering if I am doomed to fall forever
Praying there will be a cure
And praying for the pain to end
And one day, one glorious day, it will happen and I will not have to explain my actions to everyone. But I will live, and live in joy.