The question is the answer

Nothing to hold onto
As I fall through the air.
Or am I flying effortlessly,
And I do not know it?

Which way is up,
And what direction is down?
Left right foward backward,
Which way am I headed?

What's my destination,
as I flail towards it?
Is this the dreaded conclusion,
Or my fairy-tale ending?

Looking around at nothing,
all I see is darkness.
A despair that never ends,
is all that fills my eyes.

A pinprick of light,
In the very distant space.
Is it getting bigger,
or is it getting ever closer?

Is this light filling the void,
or does it just seem that way?
The hope I feel inside,
Will it bring the light to myself?

As I forget if I'm falling or flying,
These butterflies take wing and soar.
There is no more confusion,
I now know what this is.

Now a question forms itself,
and it keeps me awake at night.
A riddle my mind toys with,
only to give up in exhaustion.

Should I persue this light?
Will I be hurt again?
My history is undeniable,
but does it matter right now?

The answer is not an answer,
in fact it's even more confusing.
The answer to my question,
Is a Question that might be the answer.

Are you worth the pain I might suffer?