Letting go, hanging on
My hands are bleeding; bruised beyond repair, yet my grip tightens My tears run; painfully drowning, yet I keep breathing My eyes are sorrowful; red shot with burning pain, yet open to the full glare My voice hoarse, dried throat beyond thirst, yet I’m yelling My heart is heavy; pounds in my chest, resounding in my soul Whispering voices hover; singing deep into me Trying to sway my resolve, all promising the impossible Who do I listen to? The voices, My heart? Do they even differ? Holding on is killing me and letting go could be suicidal I’m hanging on the edge, letting go will see me lose it all I’m so close to the goal, I can feel it. Or am I? Can I hang long enough? Is it worth it? Should I hang on? Should I let go? A simple question, Yay or Nay The path I take, determines the destination Will I fall into oblivion, rest my hopes on faith or hang in this hell? Is it a question of logic, bravery or stupidity? I have worked so hard to get here, smoked the bitter