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.