The Fall

I remember the day I was born. The sun was shining down, warming me. The ground was not far below me but I wasn’t afraid of falling. Mother had me. She whispered to me that I was the miracle that would help her grow. She needed me as much as I needed her and she would hold on tight. I felt safe in her arms even when the mighty winds blew so hard that I felt Mother sway. She was strong, much stronger than the wind. When it rained she would turn me over so that the water would not touch my face. It was good to be alive.

 

 

As time passed by me and my siblings grew into adulthood. My siblings grew angry about their place in the world. The noise they caused drowned out any whisperings from Mother. They persuaded me to listen to them. It was unjust that we did not have a nicer place to live when others seemed to live in such luxury. We live among vermin. We live in ugly and dark places. There are too many of us. Why did Mother pick such a life for us? Their words finally breached my soul and I joined them in their hatred. Living was a misery that we must endure.

 

 

The air was starting to get colder and the wind more brisk. The others that we had spent life being jealous of started to get sick. They were changing into something unrecognizable. They grew brittle and fell. My siblings and I cheered! We thought that Mother had heard our plight and had let them go. The future appeared bright again. It was the best time to be alive.

 

 

Last night the unthinkable happened. Some of my siblings have become ill. They have started changing. This illness seems to be contagious. I can hear Mother whispering again. Do not be afraid. From where you are you can not see the bigger picture. You will always be here with me but not in the way that you imagine. But I am afraid. I feel myself changing. I fear these are my last days.

 

 

There are not many of us left now. I’ve become very ill. Every moment I grow weaker. I don’t know how much longer I can hold on.

 

 

A breath of wind and down I fall. Mother has let go. I drift into unconscious and into the below. There I lie with my siblings where there is no longer any life. Our bodies crumble into dust and become one. We are one with each other, one with the others, one with the below and yet Mother continues on as if nothing is wrong at all.

 

 

Time passes, the air warms, the sun grows bright and I am reborn. I was very far from the ground but I am not afraid of falling. Mother has me. She whispered to me that I was the miracle that would help her grow. She needed me as much as I needed her and she would hold on tight. I felt safe in her arms even when the mighty winds blew so hard that I felt Mother sway. She was strong, much stronger than the wind. When it rained she would turn me over so that the water would not touch my face. It was good to be alive.

 

 

Copyright 10/24/2015 – The Fall by Kerry Milauskas

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