At first I was on a hill
and I slowly made my up,
unconscious of what lay ahead.
I found myself on the edge of the cliff
staring down at a deep dark foreboding abyss,
and before I could turn back,
my feet had moved out from under me
and I was falling.
Falling in a bottomless pit.
It would be so easy to simply let go and
let myself encounter whatever relief lay at the bottom
whether it be death or -dare I hope- happiness.
Sadly, I cannot.
I have to keep desperately latching onto the rock walls,
trying to stop form plummeting further.
I must continue to fight a battle that has already been lost.
- irrelevant
