Clinging.

my fingers white
my arms burn
my breath comes short
fearful of falling

stubbornly
i cling to the shards
though they cut into my hands
and break in my eyes
forcefully clinging
to life

it would be easy
to let go,
fall to the abyss that lies under me
to let my hands relax
my arms a rest,
from wiping tears.

the darkness.
calls to my broken body.
"Let Go!" it calls
from the depth of my mind
i fight to refuse it.

still i cling,
to the pieces of my
broken and exploded world
to stubborn to let go
of life.