Free-fall

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It was none of my doing.

After all, what did I know?

Only that it was my turn,

my place and time.

A chance to blaze a trail,

carve my mark on the face of it.

But no one told me

how or what or even why.

No manuals were provided.

I was simply flung

from the precipice,

out into space with all the rest.

And now, as I fall,

I do what I can to make

a difference, change a life,

create something

where there was nothing.

All the while glancing down

at the fast-approaching bottom,

redoubling my effort

to finish what I started,

so that later, when another passes by,

they will know I was here.