Falling

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I keep falling apart.
Year after year –
Time after time –
I keep breaking apart
Into pieces and piles.
And I wonder,
Have I not been falling,
Would I be in one piece?
If I were not descending,
Would I have thrived?
Or could I have survived the cracks,
If not for the fall?
And all I do is stare,
Stare into the abyss of the fall,
Time after time.
Year after year
Doing it all over
With a fresh start over.
Perhaps falling apart is the art,
And I am an artist.