a poem by Jule Heyen

Up and up and
Up again
The endless climb for endless gain

You’ll have it all, up on the top
Just never think about the drop
The higher you get, the lower you’ll fall
But would that be so bad at all?
Potential wasted
Disappointing child, is
the mirror image you created
not what you always had in mind?

But in the end, what does it matter?
Always striving to be better
Yet never good enough for you
I’m so tired of falling through
The net of all your expectations
Stone cold stares of generations
Whispering, screaming, talking over me
Never asking who I want to be

And what I’m realising is
That flying can feel like
Falling too

Falling

a poem by Jule Heyen

Falling, sinking,
tumbling down
On a road only my own

Wind in my hair
Clouds on my skin
Is this the way I’ve always been?
She never got her chance to shine
That reckless,
Joyful,
Crazy child
Her light had always been too bright

They say I’m failing, falling off
The throne of what you “do” and “must”
To step away and just be free
The rabbit hole they are convinced
Will surely come to claim its fee
Another fight and ever since
I took that step, that final leap
They stare and cry and scream and weep

But what they never say is
That falling can feel like
Flying too