THE ROPES OF LIFE

These ropes that don't let go of me, are they holding me back ?

Dangling on the edge of a cliff, I can either fly or die but I'm sure on these ropes I cannot rely.

My actions, not words, echo in the canyons

My heart, not neck , feels strangled.

Wait!!! When did these ropes become a noose and why didn't I realise it soon?

Oh! What I wouldn't give to be able to go

All of the hurt, why don't you just let me slow?

My punishment alludes me

Catharsis nowhere around.

Please let me go, I cannot take this view from halfway down.

If I fall, may I stand unshaken so that

I can find my way Up...

Isn't that what ropes are meant for....??