Standing on tip toes
the edge of the precipice
pulls me to lean…
just a tad more
The raging storm of life
pummels me
Who would really care?
Why would I?
I’m surprised
my body holds rigid
when emotionally
I’m a puddled mess
Part of me
doesn’t care any more
I’m almost tempted
to slip forward
But I wait
wracked in sobs
the sharp shards of sleet
stabbing me to the core
How can I be so frozen
yet still feel intensely
the heat of pain and fear
worry consumes me
How can I ever trust again
when my heart has been broken
so many times, it’ll never heal
when the fear isolates me further
How can I live wholeheartedly
when days are filled
with scammers and thieves
I see not hope for the future
I shift my weight closer
How can there be any hope?
Is there is no saving of me?
I am so forever damaged
But once more
I step away from the edge
I may be forever damaged
but there is still …
For now, anyway.