I'm grasping

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.

I'm searching

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.

Embrace me.

Then, I can stand alone again

and face the consequences of your passing.

Why did you have to die?

~ C ~
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