Right now you are hanging off a cliff. Now, it’s not completely your fault that you are dangling here right now. I understand that you were pushed to this cliff and now you are hanging here in fear, in pain, in guilt, in hate, but I’ve got your hand, and in order for me to help you up, you have to let go of that burden that you are holding onto. Why do you choose to hold on to it? You know what I’m
talking about. Right now you are holding onto something that you could right
now let go of. What good is it doing you to hold on to that…Fear? Pain?
Guilt? Hate? Just let it go. That’s the only
way I can pull you back up onto steady ground. Don’t look down or you will only
be reminded of where you have been and get lost in your struggle and not the triumph
if you look upward towards me. I
must admit that the weight that is dangling from your legs is making it hard
for me to maintain my grip. So, look up at me, reach down unshackle your
burden and let it fall into the abyss of the past. Then, help me pull yourself
up on this steady ground. The relief will come with tears, but that is how you
know that you have made it. Come on. Pull yourself up. You can do it. Think of
all that you have been through and let it fuel you, don’t let consume you. Just
breathe. Let it go…there you go. Let it go. I got you. There you go. We are
both strong. I’ve got you. You’ve got me. You are on solid ground. Now, grab
onto my waist and let’s walk away. We have a life to live. Triumphantly.
I meant it not this way but the tears just flow and my makeup smearing all the more, leaving behind that familiar filthy residue. I may have begun to drive myself away, dragging you down as well. But it's done, I've flipped the switch and now it's dark once more. How painful is the music to my ears, I can't stand to be alone in it, yet here I am again. I pray you fly back and safely and warmly to me, though I fear I've dug the grave too deeply. As the dirt shifts within my soul, I choke on those loving words I'd meant for you. All the fragments of light I see becoming smaller and I wish to be near you in your embrace that might make me feel the warmth I'm missing. And in reality, I doubt I'd breathe another breath without you. So come hither and quickly soothe my dying heart, you are the only cure I know. I cry and cry again, come hither to heal and love me. Come hither and help me dry my tears.
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