Today I chose not to fall

Falling Down From Bridges High

I have stood where the city forgets its name,

where the river keeps secrets better than people,

lights below blink like unfinished thoughts,

and the air feels heavy with almosts and what ifs.

Bridges do not shout, they wait and listen,

they hold the weight of passing lives,

every footstep carrying a story,

every pause saying more than words ever could.

I leaned into the noise of engines and wind,

not to disappear, not to be brave,

only to feel how thin the moment was,

between staying still and becoming undone.

Falling is not always a body in motion,

sometimes it is the mind letting go,

dropping old versions of itself,

watching them vanish into dark water below.

I thought of names I once answered to,

faces that faded without warning,

dreams that slipped quietly from my hands,

leaving fingerprints on my heart.

The height did not scare me in the end,

what scared me was how much I mattered,

how the night seemed to wait for my choice,

how the world did not push me away.

So I stepped back carrying the echo,

of who I was up there alone,

knowing some falls change nothing,

and others teach you how to stand.

Today I chose not to fall 🌺♥️🌺