Ruth Jackson

We Were Always

We were always just balanced

A breath away from the fall

Ever accelerating toward the end

 

But now we have our feet held to the fire

We are no more than a door crack of light from the darkness

Now fiercely aware

 

Our lives are bound with strangers

Its paper thin substance exposed

And the wind is rising

 

The fibres are shaking loose

The myth of money and prestige all but washed away

And I see you

 

So hold tight

We are safe in each other’s arms

Rooted to the earth of each other

 

To forget, will be to fall