SageRose

Sometimes it feels like

there is a giant boulder

hanging above my head

which I constantly have to chip away at

to prevent it from crushing me

but, what if I rest too long

or can't chip fast enough

Why don't we become Friends?

We can carry one another through storms,

and catch each other when we fall,

The only thing is:

I'm weak

and no matter how much I want to lift you up

I don't think I can

I don't know why

but something in me loves

to dance

just out of death's grasp

to let an inch decide my next breath

it makes me feel

in control 

as I swerve and dodge the line

It's hard

to put yourself out there,

bear, exposed;

it's scary to take off your coat,

remove the mat,

and hang on limb over the edge of a cliff,

Will I fall?

Will the branch break?

I've never been a fan of Four-Letter Words,

never seen the need for profanity,

and thought swears showed a lack of self control,

Now, I haven't changed my mind

but four-letter words are more than curses,

This world we carry on our backs gets heavy sometimes 

our arms ache as we stare at the path ahead, 

a path we can't see an end to

pieces fall off and we wonder if they were important