When I let myself Fall...

When I Let Myself Fall...

A secret waterfall in the Lake District—

a place he showed me but never named.

A secret waterfall hidden behind the valley of the hills,

just like the secrets of my past I kept inside.

He captured me in the fall—

not only into cascading waters,

but into him, into myself.

A silent fall,

into shadows I never spoke aloud.

I carried my past—a weight unseen,

afraid to open doors, afraid to be known.

Just like that fall, I lost my way,

wept in silence, and faded into the unknown.

We crumbled like autumn leaves—

brittle, unspoken, misunderstood,

secrets buried deep.

But from that quiet breaking,

I learned to guard the unseen depths,

and to release those who cannot accept my story—

a secret waterfall where I finally let go.