My legs dangle in the abyss How much longer can I handle this? My fingernails dig into the cliff-side I reach out, wide-eyed I’m running out of breath I would do anything for assistance Except to tell you, to confess Yet all that you offer is distance My...
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I run my finger through the sand Sending a message to whom I can Squiggles and curves make letters and words My thoughts form sentences to be read and heard I take my time to ensure I am clear Try as I might I can’t shake this fear I pour myself into what...