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.