Hang in There

Clammy palms grasp an old, fraying rope,

Arms shaking with excruciating exhaustion.

I can't see how far down the ground slopes

I hope no one will witness this misfortune.

How long can I stay suspended in the air?

All I want to do is let go, to plummet,

I close my eyes and make a solemn prayer.

I hope I don’t feel when I hit the pavement.

You want me to tighten my grip – I want that too -

But the years haven’t strengthened my will,

I want to go back to that world I knew

And live there till my heart grows still.

Time passes, my body numbs to the ache,

Swaying back and forth in the breeze.

My eyes may close but I remain awake,

Hands growing slacker by degrees.

My time is coming, I know, I’m aware -

I won't for much longer ‘hang in there.’

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