When do you know it's enough?
Nothing is forever. Not even nothing.
How long do you hang, nails digging in,
Until blood pours from them, signaling a breaking point?
You look above you but the can no longer see a goal, an end.
One more reach,
Just one more claw,
But the pain is too much.
And yet letting go means you fall,
Lower than before, with no time to recover.
There's just not enough time, and if there were,
Would it even be worth the effort? There's no guarantee.
It's hope that keep you clawing, digging, hanging on without a clue why.
So when is it enough?
When does pain smother hope?
What lies ahead is out of sight,
Out of reach, and out of understanding.
What is behind? That's all the things that
Created the fear. It's the reason for clawing ahead in the first place.
But bleeding nails can't hold forever.
