I've dealt with heartbreaks
and breaking hearts.
I've held on tightly, hand slipping, and tears escaping.
I laughed sincerely and joyfully among those I call friends.
I've grasped on the line,gripping it tightly, feeling betrayed,pitied, alone.
Eyes dry gazing at caskets.
I've come to term with my sanity, had bouts of insanity, known my reality, hoped for the perfect fantasy.
I've dealt with life, I've lived my life.
I've lived my perfect life.
I've made history.
Leaving a trail of footprints behind, in time, after my passing.
Stretch my arms, reach for those words, and listen to the dying heart.
I'll hold on tight to this weak hand until the pressure is gone.
