The Light

The world has treated me wrong.
The next step will be my last fall.
I hold my breath.
It's the only time that I feel no pain.
My hair fights the wind.
It will soon surrender.
My hands start to sweat.
Yet, fear is gone
and nerves are dead.
I take the step.
My life runs into one ear.
Yet, never leaves the other.
The last thing I see is
the light.