When everything else seems to tilt my world
and lets it slide down,
I don't know where to hold on to;
slipping down faster, I writhe in despair.
Sprouting out of the rocky surface,
a branch so strong and sturdy catches me
and renders me a temporary repose; a shelter for my soul.
Resting in your arm, I gain strength to climb the rocky cliff;
scratched and scarred, even carrying fear with me
since I found the reservoir of my breath.
