I'm drowning. I'm being swallowed up and killed. But by what? My own self. Is that possible? Most definitely. Get a grip. Things aren't as bad as they seem. I'm just looking for something to hold onto. Something that is sturdy and wont break. I get close as I grip things, and then they snap. They snap because of me. There's no one else to blame no matter how hard you try. It's your own damn fault you can't get a hold of your life. Your brain is engaging in a vicious cycle, There's no help as you repeat everything. It's over, why not call it quits? Throw in the cards, come on, there's nothing left. Yet maybe there is. That glimpse of light, that slice of hope. As long as you can see that, keep trying. And it's always there. Don't give in to yourself. There's no point there, That's just throwing everything you've worked for out the window. That's letting go of that branch. Hold on, hold on tight. Never let go. Eventually another hand, an unexpected hand, Will take you, hold you, and save you. It will help you to be stronger, wiser, and safer. All in the name of love. And all because you held on. You held on to that special branch.Birth sign: Aquarius
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