words ever flowing/pieces of me


it seems as though life
is moving sideways
the more I grow just lets me know
how little I know
but I am tired of pain

there are a few that throw me a life preserver
with kind words
understanding (as well as they can)
I wish them well
as this pain consumes me

as though I am walking on a tightrope
I'm looking to the sky for answers why
trapped in this place
unable to change
unable to move on
without falling to my death

as the ground grows closer
it is actually me having fallen
not able to withstand these trials
these burdens
these spiritual drainings
I wonder
Has my life elevated anyone else
so that there would be time
to place a net
before tragedy was met?

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