slowly falling off my cliff of tears, i catch a twig and hold on.
not knowing how long the twig will last, i gather myself up, and start climbing.
as i climb i see my past, present, and future tumbling past me.
i'm close to the top now.
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A wonderfull poem. The symbolics to everything that is a part of life is beautifull. Well written and thank you for sharing. All my best Agnes