tumbling down one thousand stairs,
like a doll I fall,
like a toy a child has tossed,
like a love a boy has lost,
you did lose me, you know?
you did, you did, so easily again...
the blood, the scars, still show the sin
of the last time you let go
falling, falling, and never hitting the floor.
NOTE FROM SARA- this poem was created as part of a challenge posed at the blog, New Writers and Readers.