Falling Up

I stood, for an instant, at the edge of the world,
And leapt- into nothing, but vacuum.
When I leapt, I expected in my foolish mind
That I would fall for miles, until I came to the end,
And so died.
Not so! When I leapt off the world, I found
Myself falling, or it felt so, but falling up!
I could feel the same, usual adrenaline rush,
But I could also feel a greater thing! With every second
I could feel an immeasurable joy growing in my heart.
I knew, in that instant, what it is to be in love-
Falling, yes, but up.

by James Grengs

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this may be the worst poem i have ever written in my life. let me know what you think about it. ~Ja/\/\e$