End of the rope

The end of the rope
It seems so clear
There it is
Right where we can see
Right where we know
we can’t take anymore

we feel ourselves slipping
tie a knot and hold on
hopefully at least holding ground
preferably gaining

then BANG
there we are at the end again
crying over the same things
facing the same fears
frustrated by that which
we just left behind

we hold on tighter
fighting to keep head above ground
and somehow in the fight
discover
our rope disappeared
the end out of reach

tis at that point we can move on
and weave a NEW rope

© 1999 Moonfyre