Falling

When I Feel Like I Am Falling From My Soul

by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg 

when I feel,

like I am falling-

from my soul,

hanging on by a strand-

I free fall,

and let go deep-

into my wondering,

it takes my breath,

as I grasp-

to reach to that place,

of be redeemed-

but it is not about,

redemption-

or the right and wrong,

of it-

the pit in my stomach,

from the ache of it-

catches me off guard,

all  that’s left is to-

hold to my dark,

but love’s light comes,

and brings me back-

not because I am perfect,

or because I followed-

the right steps,

I just reach up-

and open up enough,

to let what is true-

flow through me,

love saves me-

when I feel abandoned,

confused,

defused,

alone…

brings me and cradles me,

in arms of wholeness-

back to my soul,

back home.