Moving closer to the edge,
Darkness grasping at my feet,
Cold fingers wrapped around my ankles,
Feeling like a burning heat.
Slipping closer to the edge,
I grasp and claw for any hold.
Aching limbs struggle to pull me up,
But the strength in my arms begins to fold.
I fight towards the light
At the top of my mountain,
It shines like gold
Flowing from the heavens as if from a fountain.
Shadows try to hold me back,
But I fight to pull myself back up.
Slowly making progress,
But life, it can be so abrupt,
Distractions at every turn,
Giving the darkness a chance to get a better grip,
Ripping me apart at the seams,
Tugging my back, making me slip.
Over the edge,
And falling fast.
Memories flashing through my eyes,
I wonder if they’ll remember me, will my story last?
My hands are bleeding,
I’m getting tired,
Tired of trying.
A way up that mountain was all I desired.
