I Fell

Scared to look inside myself
For fear of what I find

Is there something wrong with me?
A black and diseased mind

Knuckles white and cramping
From clinging to the ledge

Then letting go like a clear blue stream
I tumble from the edge

No fear or pain or sudden thud
From screaming in to hell

But beauty, peace, tranquility
This is were I fell

Who’d have thought that everything
That I’ve been looking for

Was so close, always with me
Right behind the door