Why? Poem by madison letts

Leaving is such a harsh term. What is leaving?

You define leaving as going and coming back

I see leaving as going and grieving and not returning

You leave and expect someone waiting for you when you get back

I walk down this long path hoping for a light.

The light is like my hope getting dimmer and dimmer

Until its completely gone, And I lose sight

I lose all hope in life and then the light is gone.

People tell me I am needed.

Where am I needed? What is my purpose? When all I do is fall?

You pleaded for me to stay.

To rise up from my fall nice and tall.

I see no reason to stand up.

I see no purpose to keep going.

What is worth getting up if I'm just going to fall back down... how will I get up?



I can barley keep going from the first time I fall... What am I doing?