I’m walking by the sea,
The ground is firm beneath my feet and the salty breeze feels fresh upon my face.
Little waves lap upon the shore and I contemplate how my life feels good.
Suddenly the earth becomes soft and I stumble…I fall.
I lay there on the sandy grass and feel a little lost for a while.
I pick myself up and look down to see the ground is smooth and firm.
I stare down, a little confused but unharmed I move on.
Further on I notice there is a rise that starts to make me breathless,
I’m on a clifftop but well away from the edge,
Nearer to the drop are people walking aimlessly as though unaware of the fall just metres from their feet.
I look closer and there are fingers just visible at the very edge,
Clutching at the stones and grass…holding on but not for long.
I shout against the wind that has suddenly picked up
But no-one can hear me
I’m afraid to go closer to the cliffs
I look back toward the land and scream that I need help, there are people here who need help
No-one listens, people walk by without even stopping to look.
My words are drowned out by the wind.
I turn sharply back towards the cliffs
The fingers are gone and there are less people there standing.
Some are falling right from where they stand.
Some just disappear as though the wind took them.
I start to walk towards the edge.
It’s where I am drawn to.
It’s where the wind takes me.
No-one tries to help me.