Poem: Leaping

It takes one push,

just one, to fall down.

It wasn’t a tentative step,

a leap into the unknown.

I didn’t care about particulars.

Not asking questions,

not thinking of the consequences,

here I am in this space.

It took several attempts,

finding peace within myself, 

forgiving the wrongdoings.

I know you don’t care.

Glare at me with your quivering nose,

like a frightened person

that knows he crossed that line.

It takes one thought,

one event to push it the other way.

Your mouth was your undoing,

and you’re not a frog.