Plummet

For fifty years a free fall...

awash in an ocean of some

emotional insanity; doomed, 

to plummet endlessly,

spinning and falling, dying alone.

But before I hit the ground,

an updraft, wind under my wings,

and ascension into that 

which is peaceful and comforting,

soothing and reassuring me:

you are no longer alone,

you were never alone,

for I was always in you,

in your very blood, and I know 

this is true, for why else

would I have kept going 

if not to find you?

My blood, a map, a compass 

leading me finally, into your arms, 

a cocoon, like the womb you

formed me in...

our hearts beat together from

the most intimate experience

of conception, growth and birth,

torn apart, but now found together

as it was in the beginning, one, 

is a part of the other, that if you fall

I will catch you, for there is me 

and there is you, and we 

are halves of the same essence 

now completed...