I watch the girl get too close to the edge,
Unaware of where she's headed.
I call out to her, but she doesn't hear me,
Too caught up in all around her.
The girl trips and I watch as she begins to fall,
Waiting and ready to grab her.
She cries and screams, scared of falling more.
I grab her hand, trying to steady us.
We stay there for a long time, me holding her up.
I need to get her up before she continues to fall.
Hour after hour, I try to bring her back.
Only to be left feeling dejected.
The passion within me to help her is fading fast
And I wonder, should I have let her fall?
I measly attempt to hoist her up one last time,
Before I let her go. I let her fall.
I let me fall.
~a poem by Elizabeth Kay on spiraling~
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PoetryA book full of poems on things that are just never said. *All photos seen in this book, including the cover, were photos taken by me~ Elizabeth Kay ~using my cellphone*
