Barely Holding On

[Moony]

Right now,
I'm on a tight-rope.
Crossing is hard, but falling
is easy.

I place my feet in front of the other,
hoping to not slip.
Vivid memories of you and what you said,
run through my mind like a stallion in the endless plains.

That one thought, made me
slip.
I scramble to regain my balance,
but it doesn't work.

Falling, I manage to grasp the rope,
though I am barely holding on.
You scream from below
'Don't worry! I have a net.'

Such a good friend you
are,
I don't deserve you after what I've done.
Finger by finger, my grip becomes weak.

There should not be a net beneath me,
not even pillows or cotton,
or the softest down of geese, to ease the fall
but should be a cold hard floor, to pay me back.

My harsh words came back,
and become the grease on the rope.
My fingers slip, and I fall.
The evil monster inside me jumps in success, and chants more harsh words.

Instantly, I wish my words
never would have trespassed my lips.
I scream forgiveness, but it only echoes.
You left, hurt and in pain.

But, I do not hit the hard floor,
but a trampoline.
Not soft nor hard, but the springs forgive me.
Shooting me upwards, I fly to my rope.

I grasp it again, hoisting my self
up;
A second chance.

My heart screams in thanks,
and thinks that you do still care.
With a sigh of relief, I carry on.
Still shaky and shocked, I never forget the heart you have.
And I don't fall at that thought.

[Artemis]

That was wonderfully written.

[Moony]

thank you.

[((Red))]

i give it 5 stars

[Artemis]

Yes. Very good.