Clinging on

For some reason over the last year and a half I’ve turned to poetry to express and vent feelings. Why I feel like I need to push these out into the world I’ll never know, but I suppose that while I struggle to write the one thing I want to write right now, it’s at least good that I can still do something creative even if they’re just small little poems of emotion. This is another one of those poems.

Clinging on

I’m clinging on with all I’ve got
The abyss below
A life above
How long have I been holding on?
I don’t know anymore.
Every time I think I’ve climbed higher
I realise how little I’ve moved
I’m stuck
I’m clinging
It’d be so easy to let go
And I’m so tired
But I want to find that life above
I want to thrive
And so I cling on
Waiting
For help to rise
For strength to climb
To escape the gaping chasm
And not be stuck here
Clinging
Clinging
On