march 27/10 @ 9:38am


The Rock

High up, it's so dangerous.
What else can I do but cling to the Rock that keeps me alive--
sustains me?
I must never let go. Hang on
for dear life
and keep climbing until I reach
the top;
strive for calm waters
and luscious greenery.

If I let go of the Rock,
I will fall far
and aimlessly
with no purpose at all
except to meet
my inevitable doom.



Poetry by strangelady13
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Written on 2010-03-27 at 18:51

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