Like a Tree at the Edge of a Cliff

by Everlasting   Jul 23, 2014


I wanted to run,
to run towards the edge of tomorrow,
and hang myself

like a tree hung from
the edge of a cliff
with its roots
gripped to rocks and dirt

falling bit by bit

yet suspended
by a thread of faith.

I wanted to run,
to run towards the precipice of the future,
and levitate

Until I found equilibrium.
Until I found equilibrium,

In the present me.

...

But I was not a tree,
I was not a tree born on the edge of tomorrow.
I was merely the present me

Who kept falling bit by bit

like grains on sand
In an hourglass

Falling bit by bit

Just like the present me

Already suspended in equilibrium
by a thread of faith

yet still falling bit by bit

to create the past me.

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  • 9 years ago

    by ricky

    It is amazing. thank you. I totally get it.
    or the second part atleast ^^, I love it.

  • 9 years ago

    by alka mendiratta

    Totally agree with Meena .Take care .

  • 9 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    What I gather from this is that though you have become strong and let go off woes, there is still that one thing which is holding you back. No matter how bright the future might be the past still holds you back making you feel hesitant and at the same time a small part of you keeps falling like bits...well at least that is what I feel. Take care.

  • 9 years ago

    by ddavidd

    Now it is my turn: why it would create the past you. What do you mean?

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