Finger tip’s gripping tightly
but ever so lightly
Cut and scraped still holding as
pieces of the orange rock cliff
crash down below bit by bit

Echos of the crumbles, foreshadowing fate
hitting rock bottom, shattering
is it too late?
Drops of ruby red creep out
from the torn skin even through the calluses of life

So many times I’ve found myself
at the edge of  this very same cliff with no imagined way out
No thoughts on a trick to get out of the thick
Desperate to be saved as if it was the only way
Crying and asking why must I be left basking in this place

The cliff of heartbreak
The cliff of distrust
The cliff of fear
The cliff of misconception
The cliff of my minds illusions

Still hanging on for dear life, something changes inside
A sudden 180 of my thoughts, reality flipped upside down
My passion for this life suddenly kicks in high gear and
becomes greater than my fear of falling
with overcoming the fear my biceps begin to bulge

All of the sudden I dig down deep inside
inside myself to find a hidden strength
Straight from the heavens
muscle fibers that were there the whole time
All the suffering and poor pitiful me in vain
As I lift my own self up from the edge with inner strength I thought was dead




Battered by the almost fall
Feeling weak and dehydrated
From the canyon’s heat
My heart beats strong and always did
I just wasn’t listening and trusting in myself

Hanging on by the edge and feeling dead
So close to hitting rock bottom
Forced me to look inside for answers
The answer we can all learn from
We are stronger than we know
But we will never know until we are tested.