slowly falling off my cliff of tears, i catch a twig and hold on. <br />not knowing how long the twig will last, i gather myself up, and start climbing. <br />as i climb i see my past, present, and future tumbling past me. <br />i'm close to the top now. <br />my every move is watched carefully by the birds flying above. <br />watching me as i make my mistakes they keep a close eye in case i fall. <br />hoping that my short bit of luck will last, i stand up.<br /><br />Desiree Whitamore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/falling-metaphors/
