When you are at the end of your tether
And the rope is getting frayed
You dont think you can hold on much longer
You arms are starting to ache
The chasm widening beneath you
Suddenly looks quite welcoming
It would be easy to let go
And stop the torment you are in
Your head is pounding, you cant think
Your arms can take no more
You whisper “help”, there’s no one there
the rope has broken, you’re in dispair.
Mark German, 6 months ago
A cry for help. Sometimes, the rope needed is the one made from your own faith in your self, your self-worth, your strength inside. The strength is always there, though sometimes, it is hidden very deeply.
photosan, 6 months ago
well said…many can relate to this…
poppykitten in reply to Mark German’s comment, 6 months ago
Thank you for your comment,
I seem to only write when I am feeling down, and it does make me feel better.
Sometimes I feel like my strength is hidden so deeply that I will never find it, but I am ok-really, just had a rubbish day.
poppykitten in reply to photosan’s comment, 6 months ago
Thank you photosan, hopefully, not to many.