Falling from a Cliff (Sensory Image Poem: Touch)

Cold wind makes my hair flow freely.

The coldness of the wind gives my skin goosebumps.

A chill up and down my spine.

My eyes close as I lean over...

And just before I fall,

Memories wash over me like a river over rocks.

I let go...

Of the misery, and the pain.

Of the anger, and the problems.

I keep the happiness with me,

As I feel the wind lift me away,

And I fall off the edge of insanity.

The wind flows through my hair,

And through my hands,

Onto my skin,

Covering me like a blanket,

like a river over rocks,

Coating me with...

Relief.