They say that once you hit
Rock bottom,
There’s only one way Left
To go
Beyond the skyscraper
Called faith,
You’re bound to soar
Above these

What if I never hit
Rock bottom,
What if I got caught
Up in intricate branches
That remain intertwined
To my paralysed limbs,
Clutched like an inborn
Curse that breathes
Through my body
And lives through
My soul.

The truth is we never let
Ourselves fall,
We keep ourselves
Hanging for as long
As we can.

(Then one day life leaves us hanging in the hands of death)



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