The PEACE PROCESS -

There Are Falls and There Are Falls…or,
Being Fat…Is A Good Thing ????

Six Years Ago, Today, or so The Account Said

Grab Bars Came Out of the Wall

While I Was Holding Them.

Falling.

It Was Heavy and All Metal

According to the Sound It Made

When It Hit The Floor

And I Was Falling Back Toward

The Wall

My Mind Raced Quickly

To The Landing I Would Make

If I Continued.

If My Calculations Were Correct

I’d Be Somewhere Between The Toilet

And The Wall

The Space Between

Was The Size

To Fit My

Whole Body At Onetime

But, NOT NOW.

 

I Realized That There’s Nothing Scarier

Than Free-Falling

AND Grab Bars Coming Out Of The Wall…

Trying To Figure-Out What To Do Next

To Make This Experience As Painless As Possible

  

It Reminds Me Of The Day, Years Ago,

I Went Skating With My Brother

And Fell Backwards Onto The Ice

I Wasn’t Unconscious, But It Did Hurt

 

So, Dear Reader, You Can See How

My Falls Are Filled With Pain

I Wonder Why,

When I Fell In Love,
The PAIN Turned Into PLEASURE + JOY?