Sweetheart, Don'T Jump Off the Cliff Side
Looking down the waves below
Crash at the bottom of the cliff
In which i'm careful not to fall from.
Though the thoughts in my
mind try to convince me otherwise,
I remind myself
it's okay to be alive.
It's okay to be grateful to breath
And have blood flow underneath
My skin that has been scarred
By the world and others broken hearts.
One more step and I may
Wash away my sins
As if to wash away the things
That i have done and the things
Have been done to me.
Screaming at the ocean feels
Like my mother screaming at me,
Trying to ease my own burdens
By throwing them at what lies in the sea.
Realising that, I shut my mouth
Rather abruptly.
Clenching my fists as if to fight
The chill in the air and the idea
That i'm anything like the woman
Who failed to be anything maternal to me.
Stepping back as if to run away
From the wind just as I have ran from
Most things thrown at me most of my
Admittedly very short life.
Instead i crouch to the ground
Feeling dirt on my hands as my palms
Hit the soil.
Suddenly I'm so strangely aware of the
Earth and the air and the leaves
falling from the trees and this
bittersweet melody of all these
elements combined that fills my ears.
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