Facing the Fear

 

'What were you most afraid of ? '-they asked.
'Falling'-i replied.
'Is it still intimidating'-they queried.
'Not often, but sometimes it is'-i said.
'So, what made you escape from your fear'-they asked.

' I fell,
and i continued falling untill i stop fearing it.
Oneday,
I fell like a snow flake,falling from winter sky,
smoothly on the  ground.
And the other day,
I almost thrashed myself on the floor,
as if thunders were playing a fist fight.
There came a day,
I touched the ground like an autumn leaf,
So quietly that only wind had the trace of it.
And the next day,
I fell like a costly glass piece which savours a wooden showcase,
and gracefully shattered into pieces.
And most importantly,
I fell for wrong people,
Just like falling into a clumsy,suffocating pit.

But,
The autumn leaves mingled with earth,
and helped tiny bud turning into a flower.
The thunders gave birth to monsoon,
and my room filled with fresh petrichor.
The snowflakes fused into a snow man,
and some of them even kissed the gorgeous pink camellias.
The broken glass pieces was turned into a wind chime,
which echoed when the cold wind blew.
The people I fell for,
taught me to be myself.

And I never stayed on the ground,
I stood up proudly,
with fresh bruises on my body,and lessons in my brain' - I said.