I did not fall,

I was not pushed,

in that moment

where lives lay crushed

I did not choose that day to die.

as I queued in silent wait to fly.

Through jump of drifted dance, I chose,

to end my life with distinguished pose.

With fall in grace past glass of smoke

my personal choice to escape the choke.

This last flight sparked a memories cache

brought a joyous rush of life in flash.

I remembered family grown through love,

as I travelled down, to the one above.

Those moments before my last sunset,

were devoid of anger and real regret,

Through clearing dust, I saw my mother’s smile,

despair disrobed and re-cloaked with style.

I did not fall, I was not pushed,

I chose this way, though end now rushed

In gracious fall drifting true and proud,