Falling

Sometimes the world around me spins so quickly

I feel as if I’m going to fall off.

Like the ties that seem to keep everyone else rooted in place

Have become brittle and decayed,

Twisted, weak and useless -

Unable to keep me stable and standing strong.

The colours surrounding me blur and meld together,

like vibrant inks tossed into a whirlpool,

muddying the water.

The world spins faster.

My foundations shake

And, inevitably, I feel myself fall.

I never make impact, instead I continue to plummet,

Trapped in my own bottomless void,

Breathless and terrified.

Looking up, I see them all –

Mere pinpricks in the distance,

family, friends, strangers –

standing tall,

silhouettes against the beaming light above,

supported by strong and healthy roots.

They don’t see me, though,

Not at all.