The Bottom Shelf Review

Take a step back from the ledge.

It’s not your time to fall over the edge.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

You know only minutes are left.

 

Turn away from the pain you are feeling.

Wonder instead how you are dealing.

The doubt creeps in, you take a step closer.

Realizing the battle is not yet over.

 

Bits of memories flash before your eyes.

All happiness has turned to lies.

It sears and tears at your soul.

As you await the tears you know will flow.

 

Streaming silently, they slip down your cheek.

You brush them away, believing you are weak.

A look down at the darkness below.

Perhaps what awaits is no longer your foe.

 

Take a step back from the ledge.

It’s not your time to fall over the edge.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

You know only seconds are left.

 

Somewhere in the back of your mind,

You hear voices that have always been kind.

A face with warm brown eyes appears.

You see the familiar features through your tears.

 

Warm arms enfold round your form,

And together you begin to mourn.

You cry for what you almost had done,

Shedding tears, and then none.

 

The familiar face offers you a small smile,

You feel as if you had come many miles.

Relief washes over you,

You know you will be okay, too.

 

Take a step back from the ledge.

It’s not your time to fall over the edge.

Close your eyes and take a deep breath.

You know there are many years left.