Sunday, June 16, 2024

Hold On

 


Feet dangling

Hands gripping tightly on the edge

Hoping that it doesn’t break beneath the weight 

Dirt and rocks under my fingers

Making it difficult to cling on

Each passing moment

Each adjustment

Feeling my fingers slip

Looking up pleading

For anyone

Anyone to find me

To care to hear me

To save me

Weights fill my arms 

they begin to turn to jello

Growing numb

I want to let go

Needing to fight

I hold on

Just a little be longer


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