To Fly or Fall

I was not given the choice of having to make a choice
About a decision
It was made for me
Like a bed haphazardly put together
Bouncing me off of it
Like a trampoline
To go high into the air
Untethered
To anything held dear

I was not given the choice of having to make a choice
A deep incision
It was made for me
So I made up my mind about the split/together
Sucking up the pieces of my heart
Like an engine
Consuming fuel
To go high into the air
Untethered
To those once held dear

I was not given the choice of having to make a choice
But, pushed to a decision
That I had to make for myself
Shaping it like clay with shaking hands
I molded sense from unreason
Like a…
To go high into the air
Untethered
To fly over those I'd fallen for