Drafts of the Soul

Rope of Hope

The old rope hanging by the ceiling

I lied down in my bed staring

Memories of the past bring back things

That I want to forget but is the reason why I'm here

The morning came again and the sun rose

Woken up by the pain and short breaths out my nose

Scared, searched up on the internet about the cause

Feels like a sign that I'm going to die soon

I was afraid of dying but I felt like there was no choice

But when I met you, you comforted me with your voice

The rope I used to hate became the noise

Of hope of living and the reason for joy

The rope once wrapped around my neck

But now, I'm tightly hanging on it

Wrapped around my arms and waist

You were up there, willing to wait

My arms are trembling and they're failing

I was afraid before but the choice was dying

But now I'm scared again of not living

I wanted to die but now I want to live again.