I can't decide,
Is this climbing up or sliding down?
I think it's both; gripping rope on slippery slopes.
Looking down, I dread the ground,
I've come too far to let go now,
Looking up, I’m feeling stuck,
I don’t think I’m strong enough.
The longer that I stay here hanging,
Waiting for the fall,
I feel all my chances waning,
I'm afraid I may not make it up at all.
© CMaloney 2018
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