for a foothold
a space just big enough to balance on
to create a basis for my sanity.
Make room for me.
I'm reaching for an edge
a hand just firm enough to clasp
to hang on to
so I can make it through the night.
Reach out for me.
for a thread
just enough to loop around my fingers
so I can sew the shreds of my humanity
and wounded parts together.
Wrap me in your arms.
Then, I can stand alone again
and face the consequences of your passing.
Why did you have to die?
~ C ~
Running Out of Sunshine
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