Falling

• Tully Smith, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

Those who fall, break. So why do we fall in love?
Where is the joy in being broken?
Where is the love, when yours pushes you off the edge?
The fairy tales we were told as children about true love at first sight,
Omits the sting of the bite and abstains from the truth,
Instead luring young into the lies of love
Of that forever friendship, soulmate, lover.
There are those who take that fall, willingly leaping, jumping,
Knowing they won’t be the one with the foot that fits yet wanting to feel the impending torture,
If only to feel a snippet of the magic, a fragment of the love before they find their prince.
And then there are those few people, so rare they seldom exist,
Who make that plummet worthwhile, for that pain is merely the foreword;
When the clock hits twelve or the poisonous apple,
Before the true love’s kiss, and the happily ever after.
The feeling you get with them is indescribable beyond words.
When you’re around them, there is naught that could burst that bubble,
Nothing that could break the bond between this bestfriend, partner.
The fairy tales we were told as children, the escape to a world of eternal contentment,
Gave us only a glimpse into the happiness we would soon find later in life.