Falling Up the stairs is a skill.
It is perhaps one possessed only by a few.
It is an ungraceful attempt at stopping the inevitable.
But at least if you can fall up, you won't have to fall back down after.
My elbow begs to differ.
But shut up elbow you took one for the team.
You sacrificed your skin so that a leg or knee or ankle would remain in tact.
So Honor those who are artful in their falls.
Those who can launch themselves upwards and not allow gravity to pull them back down.
Those elbows and palms who are on the front lines.
Those hero's who lie, and say "oh I am okay" when someone witnessed their power.
We are not fine, our power is a secret.
Our power is ours alone.
Our power should not be witnessed by those who do not understand.
Our power of being a spaz.
Our power not to fall down, but up.
Slam poetry by Tanya.