How long can one lay
on the brink of life
or death before the
choice is taken away?
Losing you made me
lose the will to live
I debated it honestly
the reaper testing me
I was close once
a little bit too close
standing on a ledge
tip-toed testing waters
Looking down below
seeing the people
scurry like small ants
having a purpose
Brink of insanity
closing my eyes
letting the wind
choose my fate
I felt a small jolt
my stance faltered
realizing it was nerves
my arms spread again
But no push came
just a gentle hug
whispering in song
that I am enough
Something twisted
deep inside of me
it cried and weeped
my desire revived
I stepped down
as a silent tear fell
knowing then that
I wanted to live
And so I did.
About the Creator
Tressa Rose
On a serious self-discovering, soul-searching journey. Breaking myself out of a stagnant shell and reaching out for my dream of being a writer.
Co-author of Bounce Back- Dreams to Reality: Faith Over Fear
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~*~ I remember the way your eyes just barely reached my waist Beautiful brown eyes smiling while taking a ride on my feet ~*~ I recall your tiny little hands wrapping around my fingers gripping tight to not get lost and the way you trusted me ~*~ I still have a picture I treasure, your addition to the grocery list “Ottmill cookis with crem inside” one of our favorite sweet treats ~*~ But probably my favorite memory is when you lay asleep in my lap I remember the smell of your hair filled with comfort rocking you gently ~*~
By Tressa Rose5 months ago in Poets
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