Suspended! Poem by Becky Ginn

feet dangling,
hands gripped,
teeth chattering,
clothes ripped,

hanging here,
my life in ur hands,
staring up at u,
this is where my life stands,

heart pumping,
head banging,
blood rushing,
hands clanging,

u look into my eyes,
without a flinch nor a care,
like ur looking straight through me,
with that cold hard stare,

you let go,
yet my hands are still gripped,
gripped into this clifftop,
clothes still ripped,

my fingers clawing,
clawing into the ground,
feet hanging, suspended,
want to scream but cant make a sound,

left here on this cifftop,
all on my own,
shivers running up down and straight through me,
hurt right to the bone,

i twist myself round,
to look at the height,
shall i let myself go,
into the night,

shall i let myself drop?
all i really want,
is 4 all this pain 2 stop,

i feel my fingers slipping,
loosening the grip,
i dont stop it, i let it happen,
i let myself tip.

now released from this cliff,
i feel myself soaring,
soaring through the air,
my salty tears pouring.

everythings seems slow motion,
everything seems almost bliss,
everything is now over,
my life, i know i wont miss.