tick tock

Do I go? Do I stay?

For what purpose? For what use?

Am I really to believe these words on a page are to

Make any difference?

 

How do I feel?

What do I feel?

Could I even have the strength to be my own?

Even if I did, where would I start?

 

Can I even face my past anymore?

The deep abyss of my subconscious

calling back to me

“It doesn’t matter how high you climb,

you will always fall back down”

 

Can I even face the heavens anymore?

The great expanse of the most high

calling down to me

“Child, keep trying, keep climbing,

Your heart will always be mine,

Your rescue, always beside you.”

 

And so I float

In the limbo between

giving up again and again

trying again and again

Just…

 

letting the cards fall where they may.