The body
The body
of me
hangs on the edge
of a cliff
hanging only
by a single thread
by the name of
hope
hope clings to me
as if
i have nothing else
as if
i am to believe it
my body
aching
at every joint
and every crisp turn
and crack
and shake
it aches
as I hang
from this cliff
only by hope
This poem is about:
Me