My legs dangle in the abyss How much longer can I handle this? My fingernails dig into the cliff-side I reach out, wide-eyed I’m running out of breath I would do anything for assistance Except to tell you, to confess Yet all that you offer is distance My arms are quivering I plead out to you, whispering, “I can’t do this, please help me Take my hand and set me free.” Your silence is rigid and stiff As I hang from this cli...
I run my finger through the sand Sending a message to whom I can Squiggles and curves make letters and words My thoughts form sentences to be read and heard I take my time to ensure I am clear Try as I might I can’t shake this fear I pour myself into what I have wrote Now that I have finished I dare to hope I know better of course I do For no one will see who I wrote this to All will look with a blind eye Smile and wave a...
