Would you catch me?

I'm not a mountain climber.

If I were to slide off the edge of a mountain, would you catch me?

Grab me after the slip of my foot, or my tongue

Take my hands and grip firmly

Like you’re scared for me to go

Go down the rest of the mountain

I think I would get hurt on the trees and the rocks

They would slow me down but not stop me

Scent of pine mixes with uncertainty

Of if anybody cares, any of you at all

As I slide down the mountain

And when I hit the bottom

If I had enough speed, enough trust

I think I would rise up the other side

Of the valley, climbing back to where serenity lies

At the mountain top, closer to the clouds and the birds

Where I started out and wished to remain, if I hadn’t slipped

Maybe I slipped on purpose, hoping for someone to catch me

Hoping for feeling a little embrace, an embrace that remains not feeling right

Even though I asked for it and wanted it and slipped off the mountain so you would look

And maybe try to catch me, so I would not fall into the valley and would not feel alone or lost


If I were to slide off the edge of a mountain would you catch me?

Would you want me?