my fingertips grip the precipice
my body weight and gravity
are against me.
one time I thought
someone would swoop
beneath me lifting me
to safety like the
happy ending of a
movie.
but I've been here
gripping this precipice for so long
and no one has come
and my grip is slipping
i'm almost gone.
red and broken the skin
on my hands weathered from
the storms at this height
there's no easing down or
no pulling up just a letting go
then a freefall
or a flight.
