Trust Issues Poem by Knoxy Tomar

Hanging from heaven, fingers slipping one by one
Looking down, I know if I let go I am surely done
Looked around and found an extended hand
My wings bleeding, this was my last stand
As my anxious feet desperately crave and search for land
I reach out, but just before our fingers meet, I realize I can't.

I am afraid.
I don't know if I am allowed
What if they can't pull me up and we both fall down
What if my emotions overwhelm them and they drown
What if they think of me as a bother and make fun of me like I am a clown

The hand seems too delicate to touch
I fear that my grip will be too much.
And now I make up my resolve
I find out that it was all false
Upon my first touch, the hand turns to dust
Fooled by deceit, was I in the wrong to trust?