Fingernails on a Ledge
God doesn’t give you any more than you can bear.
something I have been told for years,
something I believed for years.
Clinging to my sanity by a thread,
by the barest grasp of fingernails on a ledge,
I have more than begun to wonder…
Just when things cannot get any worse,
some new fresh hell occurs,
and that grasp slips further.
I no longer know if I am holding on;
I feel I’m free falling,
I’m hitting each and every branch on my way down
With the ground nowhere in sight
Not knowing if I have a tether;
If I have a chance of surviving this fight or flight.
And if that tether holds, and snaps tight before I crash
Just how far will I bounce back?
I wonder if I have the strength to climb back up;
Over and above those branches that did bruise me,
That punishment I took on my way down.
Right now it feels impossible, and I don’t know where I am
I wonder if I’ll reach that ledge I’m barely grasping,
And climb up over it again.