Big Jim Catches Me Hanging By A Thread Poem by Ryan Davis

Big Jim,

or as he known,

walks toward the bridge,

and saw me standing there,

planted on the edge.

Big Jim

walks toward my direction,

curious of why

I'm on the verge of falling,

detecting my distress,

like some kind of motion sensor.

The heart inside this big man,

breaks as he sees the scene I'm making,

of throwing in the towel,

and pleads his case

on why I should carry on.

While I state I'm feeling the opposite,

the evidence otherwise in front and center,

as Big Jim sees the tightening on the thread,

indicating I don't want to do

what I'm on the verge of doing.

But that message had to go through,

and Big Jim kept talking to me

until it did,

and I'm pulled from the edge

in all of my tears and distress,

and thanks to Big Jim,

begin the journey back from the brink.