Reaching, climbing, crying
the rain pouring down over head
and feet
and hands
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Standing firm, holding fast
Who am I kidding?
I'm slipping, sliding, falling
clawing at the edge
disappearing into
nothing
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My breath catches
my mind crashes
my fingers clutching tight
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And the voice echoes
through the vast open
reverberating off rock and land
"Let go.
Oh, daughter,
Let go."
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No!
my scream collapses
I don't want to.
I want to be strong
and brave and lovely.
I don't want to fall.
My hands are bleeding
My screams are dying
My tears are drying
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Okay.
I'll fall.
2 comments:
Yes, Meg, this is for you. *smiles*
I love that you left a comment for me. Because you knew that I would have to comment when I saw a poem on your blog. Because you might not like poetry very much.
I love you. *smiles*
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