Flying, or falling?

The wind is rushing past me,
A worried smile on my face,
Emotions tumbling all about,
though the source I can not trace.

I must take the leap of faith,
and hope I do not hit the ground,
because my tears there after,
would be wounded, screeching sound.

I can not help but feel I soar,
As disaster is a calling,
because though my heart feels it is flying,
In my mind I know I'm falling.