Trembling Hands

• Artist: White Rabbit Mara
• Description: i vent through words. this was late last year when i wrote it. sure this kinda sounds like suicide, but dont let that turn you off. i found it better to take a pen and let the ink pour then take a knife and let the blood pour or a bottle and let the pills pour. no this wasint suicide, just letting go. giving in. but on the brink somting always will bring me back. the pen, the air, the earth, the love. it always calls me back. thanks thank you so much! for with out my pen i would not be here.
• Date: 01/17/2010
• Tags: trembling hands

Trembling hands reach for the edge

Eyes weary, fear instilled

Arms tugging trying their best

Feet desperately try to hold the side

One false step, and she’s history


She thinks back to her life filled with countless memories.

Trying desperately to find a reason to hold on

She’s struggling, she can’t do it.

She can’t do this alone


Her mother’s voice screaming

Her father’s voice demanding

Her friend’s voice pleading

She can’t hold on.


Her grip falters

She’s barely hanging on the edge

Fear grips her heart, but she’s still struggling


Her mother’s tears

Her father’s anger

Her friend’s sadness

She can’t take it.


A broken heart filled with shattered memories pumps in her chest

Blood coursing through her veins

Her brain pulsing

But she still struggles


Scars, too many to count

Fallen memories that don’t matter

She can’t do this alone

One by one, her fingers let go


Falling falling, when will this end?

Wind brushes past her face, but no air enters her lungs

Flashing memories

She can’t take it


A hand grasps her arm

Eyes of a friend

“Hold on!” the voice pleads


Her eyes flicker

Tears pour out

A broken girl with a torn up heart

Trembling hands hold on.


Strong arms pull her struggling arms

Slowly, air returns to her lungs

Hope rises in her gut

Her reason is found.

Comments

[starryluminara]

i can TRULY feel the passion coming from these words, but my sad thought is. What about the people who don't show that they're falling, who rescues them? What about the people who cry in their sleep and the only thing to comfort them is the moon? Writing may save some but there are some who don't have the mental strength to write, for them I hope they find something.