I fell.

Their faces were above me, getting further away

With each moment.

I always wondered if I was good enough,

If I was worth their care, their arms.

Now I know – I was.

I spent my life protecting them,

And I got nothing in return, except hate.

I tried to stop the pain by falling,

And they stopped me; if only for a moment.

I saw my grave in my mind, and them crying for me,

And I was sad – I hurt them.

So just before the impact, I made a new choice:

I would live! For my friends.

For a second, there was nothing,

And then…

There was light.

Their faces looking down at me,

The shock obvious in their eyes, as they cried.

I was happy for the second time –

The first falling to my death,

And now, waking from it.

A hand was held out; I took it

And was pulled to my feet by one I love.

I smiled.

I was loved, I was needed

For more than just protection.

They loved me like I loved them,

And my question was answered –

Am I worth it?

Honestly?

Yes.