What
Hope floats
on the throes of Life
when clinging tenaciously
to the edge of overhanging cliffs?

As fingers strain to grip
to points of dubious strength
that seem to crumble
and slip from saving clutch,
Is freedom out of reach?
Is the spark to be extinguished?
or
Will there be another chance?
Another day to suffer or savor?

There, dangling by a fingernail,
what holds the survival key
but the might of Faith,
a sustaining love,
a firm core of
Inner-strength