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.
