thin
Today i am worn thin.
The body has begun digesting itself.
And to what purpose?
To go on
To move on
To hold on to that little thread that means
the difference between life and death.
The days of safety are past.
No more convenience..
No more net.
I climb without harness nor rope.
Just bare hands and nails digging at this rock.
This sheer stone wall in my path.
How do i get over?
How do i get to the other side.
So easy.
Yet so hard.
It can be done.
It will be done.
But first i must heal.
I must learn to treat my own wounds.
No one can do this for me i know.
today i am worn thin.
The body has begun to digest itself.
The body has begun digesting itself.
And to what purpose?
To go on
To move on
To hold on to that little thread that means
the difference between life and death.
The days of safety are past.
No more convenience..
No more net.
I climb without harness nor rope.
Just bare hands and nails digging at this rock.
This sheer stone wall in my path.
How do i get over?
How do i get to the other side.
So easy.
Yet so hard.
It can be done.
It will be done.
But first i must heal.
I must learn to treat my own wounds.
No one can do this for me i know.
today i am worn thin.
The body has begun to digest itself.