A Poem from Henry Rollins "The First Five"

You climb and climb
Hand over hand
You reach the top
You stand on the shaky ledge of your heart
You look at her eyes
You look into her eyes
You hold you breath and jump
You leap into her arms
Her arms fall to her sides
You fall past her window
You hit the ground
You are shattered
Like someone taking a bottle
And smashing it on the sidewalk
Sharp jagged broken pieces of yourself lie on the ground
You put the pieces back together again
They never go back quite the same
The outside is seamless, smooth
But inside
Broken glass mind
And a soul with little cracks in the sides
Loose splinters at the bottom stay to remind you
At times the soul glass splinters
Will give you a jab to remind you of your leap
After a time, when you start climbing again
You will forget about the soul glass splinters
She can break your fallOr let you fall and break
And every time you jump
You just know she's going to catch you