H A N G I N G
at this moment i’m at the edge of the cliff… hanging! struggling to climb up,
but somehow, i want to fall…
the cliff is so high,
i can see no end.
that’s why i’m scared…
i can’t see if cold water will catch me,
or sharp edged rocks.
but i want to end my struggle…
i’m holding on with only one hand,
slowly it’s slipping.
i can feel the sweat that loosens my grip.
what could possibly catch me?
but what if i was able to struggle,
and able to climb up again?
what could possibly wait in this wilderness?
seems like i don’t have a choice…
and i’m hanging!
wherever i look… it’s loneliness that i see.
even the branches of these trees are dry
and the roots are begging for a drop of water.
still i’m hanging…
i can feel the numbing cold
slowly… it freezed my soul,
now i’m still hanging…
but not struggling…
just waiting… come what may!
to fall or not to fall…
but still… i’m hanging! =(
