woke up on the edge

of the cliff

unsteady feet

sliding on the loose gravel path

leading no where

I know that I



call for help

but my voice is hoarse

from disuse

only capable of

inaudible croaking

even if I could

calling for help

would mean admitting

that I have fallen in the hole

and cannot get up on my own

I know that I



reach out a hand

but my arms wrapped around

myself in a death grip

is all that is keeping me

from flying apart

I am slowly


sliding backwards

inch by inch

into the abyss

wondering why it is so hard

even now when the stakes are high

to say the word out loud



© 2017 Christine Elizabeth Ray – All rights Reserved


  1. Immensely powerful and heartbreaking at the same time. I’ve found that every now and then there are souls who will sit at the lip of that hole and wait with you…and still others that will climb down and sit with you at the bottom.

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